"
The other looked surprised, then suspicious.
"Oh, believe me or not, as you please: I only wish to save you trouble.
I tell you that, to the best of my belief, Miss Lind and her mother are
not in London, nor in this country even."
"How do you know?"
"Pardon me; you are going too far. I only tell you what I believe. In
return, as I have saved you some trouble, I shall expect you to let me
know if you hear anything about them. Is that too much to ask?"
"Then you really don't know where they are?" Beratinsky said, with a
quick glance.
"I do not; but they have left London--that I know."
"I am very much obliged to you," said the other, more humbly. "I wish
you good evening, Mr. Brand."
"Stay a moment. Can you tell me what Yacov Kirski's address is? I have
something to arrange with him before I leave England."
He took out his note-book, and put down the address that Beratinsky gave
him. Then the latter moved away, taking off his hat politely, but not
shaking hands.
Brand was amused rather than surprised at this little adventure; but
when day after day passed, and no tidings came from Natalie, he grew
alarmed.
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