“Oh, very well.  I’ll just go up and write a few letters, Norgate,” said Jasper, making a pretence of indifference; and he passed into the study, Norgate returning to his own quarters.

Mr. Vermont waited until his retreating footsteps had died away, then with a quick hand and a keen eye he turned over the letters which lay where Adrien had carelessly thrown them.  Amongst them was one which had been evidently overlooked, for it was unopened.  It bore the Barminster postmark, and Jasper’s eyes shone.  Could he but learn its contents?  He picked it up; turning it over and over in his hand.  To his intense delight it was but lightly sealed, and by dint of a little care the letter was safely opened, uninjured and unsoiled.

It was from Lady Constance, stating that she and Miss Penelope were to spend the day shopping in London, and would be at Barminster House at eleven o’clock.

It was quite a short note, and Jasper, smiling wickedly, sealed it up.  He knew there was no fear of discovery, for there was not a more unsuspicious man living than Leroy.  His mind was working rapidly, seeking to mature a plan by which he could separate Leroy and Lady Constance still further.

First of all, he continued to search through the letters, pocketing those which were obviously bills.  He looked at the last one with a sigh.

“Not here,” he mused.  “I should know her handwriting in a moment.  Yet I am positive he has gone with her.  She must have let him know by letter this morning.  Can he have taken it with him?”

His eye caught a scrap of torn paper in the fireplace.  Like a bird of prey, he pounced on it, and untwisting it, his small eyes glittered as he read.

“Ah!” he muttered.  “Lit his cigar with it, and burned all save one corner—­Hampton.  Yes, that’s it; under cover of Lady Rose they’ve betaken themselves to the river.  Now what shall I do?  Follow them, or see Lady Constance, or do both?”

Placing the scrap of paper carefully in his pocketbook he left the flat, and made his way to Barminster House.  He had called presumably in order to see after some slight alterations then being made, and his surprise on finding Miss Penelope and Lady Constance established there was beautiful to witness.

On his entry into the drawing room, Lady Constance sprang up eagerly, regarding him as the forerunner of the man she loved; and Jasper smiled as he greeted them respectfully.

“This is an unexpected pleasure, Lady Constance,” he exclaimed.  “I had no idea you were coming to town.”

“It’s only for the day, Mr. Vermont,” she returned as calmly as possible.  “But I wrote to Adrien, for auntie, telling him all about it.”

“Dear, dear!” ejaculated Mr. Vermont sympathetically.  “I have just come from his chambers.  I learned that he had gone out for the day.”

“For the day,” said Miss Penelope, “after reading our letter!”