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 "Going to arrest Levigne!" exclaimed Nottidge. "For what?"

"I said nothing about arresting him," replied Wedgwood. "But he's going with me—somewhere—to undergo some pretty stiff questioning! Never mind him—as I say, I'll see to him. But as regards Miss Mortover, a word to you! Don't let her out of your sight again, whatever happens!"

"I'll see to that!" responded Nottidge, heartily. "Only let me see her"

Wedgwood motioned him to turn.

"You can see her now!" he said. "Here they all are—as I said, except Levigne!"

Nottidge turned sharply—to see Avice Mortover, a tall, spare woman in a long fur coat, a man who looked like a solicitor and had a clerk in attendance with a bag, and another man in a barrister's wig and gown. They were coming through the main entrance, all talking together. Wedgwood pulled Nottidge's sleeve.

"You see the little man—not the barrister," he whispered. "That's Curtoise, of Curtoise and Fullpage, Portugal Street—one of the cutest lawyers in London! I know him, and I'm going to speak to him. You make up to the girl!"

He went after the solicitor, unheeding the sudden exclamation which fell from Avice