Fuller drew a deep breath as he rose to go to the drawing-room. His late companion being of an unusual kind had interested him not a little, but in spite of his suave manners and gentle voice there was something dangerous about him, betrayed for the moment by that sudden gleam of ferocity. Alan felt as though he had been playing with a tiger who had been careful for reasons of its own not to scratch, but would do so when the appointed time came for it to reveal its true nature. He half hoped that Bakche would not come to the Chancery Lane office, and regretted momentarily that he had given his card. But reflection made him laugh at his nervous dread, since he was well able to look after himself and need have no fear of Bakche or of any man. Besides he wanted to get all the business he could so as to make money and marry Miss Inderwick, therefore it would have been foolish to lose sight of a prospective client. Wondering what the precise nature of the man’s business could be, Alan sauntered towards the drawing-room, when in the passage he came across a diminutive urchin with a peaked face, arrayed as a page. “Oh,” said Mr. Fuller, stopping, “so you are Alonzo.” “Yessir,” gasped the boy in one breath, and looked at the tall gentleman from under light eye-lashes out of light eyes. “You have another name?” “Nosir,” said the urchin again in a breath and lying glibly, “never was called anything but Alanzer.” Fuller nodded, seeing that the lad was loyal to Miss Grison, and did not try to wean him from his allegiance. All the same he wished to ask him questions about the dead man, but did not think the present moment a judicious one to do so. “Some day you must ask your mistress to let you come and see me at my office,” he remarked carelessly, and passed on. In a moment Jotty was tugging his coat-tail. “What jer want ter arsk?” “I shall tell you when the time comes. Do you know Mr. Latimer?” Jotty nodded with bright inquisitive eyes. “Him with the big coat like the bear them Italyains chivy about?” “Yes. You see that I know something about you, Alonzo. But you are quite right to say what you have said. I don’t want you to call and see me unless Miss Grison permits you to.” “Yer a lawr gent?” inquired Jotty, pondering. “In Chancery Lane.” Fuller gave his number. “If you do happen to be passing, Mr. Alonzo, just look in and earn a few shillings.” “I’m game for that anyhow, if it doesn’t hurt her.” He jerked his head towards the room where Miss Grison was supposed to be. Fuller turned on him sharply. “Why should anything hurt her?” he inquired.