CHAPTER LVII. APPROACHING THE END.
Alban reached London early enough in the afternoon to find the doctor at his luncheon. “Too late to see Mrs. Ellmother,” he announced. “Sit down and have something to eat.”
“Has she left any message for me?”
“A message, my good friend, that you won’t like to hear. She is off with her mistress, this morning, on a visit to Mr. Mirabel’s sister.”
“Does he go with them?”
“No; he follows by a later train.”
“Has Mrs. Ellmother mentioned the address?”
“There it is, in her own handwriting.”
Alban read the address:—“Mrs. Delvin, The Clink, Belford, Northumberland.”
“Turn to the back of that bit of paper,” the doctor said. “Mrs. Ellmother has written something on it.”
She had written these words: “No discoveries made by Mr. Mirabel, up to this time. Sir J
