this resolve, thinking that he is bound in honour to support Rashleigh, whose affairs he believes are in a critical condition. In all probability before the week is up Mrs. Farrell will die. What is to be done?"
"There is only one thing to be done, Dr. Lonsdale--we must open Walter Farrell's eyes. We must show him plainly that he is Mr. Rashleigh's dupe."
"How can we do that?"
"Ah! there comes the crux of the whole situation. The further I go, the more mysterious the whole thing appears. The ordinary methods which have served me before have failed. Look here."
She pointed to a page in the book of newspaper cuttings which lay by her side.
"Through channels I need not detail, I have learned that this is a communication of one of the gang to another."
I took the book from her hands, and read the following words:--
"No mistake. Sea Foam. Jockey Club."
"Gibberish!" I said, laying the paper on the table.
"Apparently," she answered; "but Sea Fo