ich Reg had seen Joe disappear. He sent a boy in
to ask for Mr. Brown.

"Come and get up," he called out as Brown appeared. "You must get ready
at once, Brown, and do it to-night, for I am off by the express. They
have found me out. But, mind, no murder."

"Oh, no, just bruise and lame 'em a bit, eh!"

"Exactly, and don't let them catch sight of your face if you can help
it."

"I understand, boss."

"Now you can get out. Here's a tenner to go on with and I'll send you
another when I hear the job is done."

"All right, boss," said Brown, as he got down.

"Address George Thompson, P.O., Melbourne," shouted Philamore to him.

"Ay, ay. Good-night."

Philamore drove to the Imperial Hotel, and wrote a note to His
Excellency, saying he had been called away to Brisbane on important
business and promising to call on his return. The remainder of the time
left to him he devoted to preparations, and when the Melbourne train
left Sydney it carried an elderly man with grey hair.

Both the boys and the girls left the garden-party early, and on the
return of the former to their hotel, they found that a young woman had
been enquiring for Mr. Morris and had promised to call again. While they
were speculating as to whom this new visitor could be the lady herself
appeared. She had a sad tale to tell. She had been employed as barmaid
at a hotel, and had met Wyck and fallen in love with him, and after
arranging to be married, he had thrown her over.

"But why do you come to us?" asked Reg.

"I heard you were after him for a similar thing," she said, bursting
into tears.

"And where did you hear that?" said Hal.

"Well, my friend the housemaid at the 'Metropole' heard you talking
about Wyck, and she told me."

"What do you want us to do."

"I don't know, sir, but I thought you would like to know that he has
made an appointment with another girl in the 'Domain' at eight
to-night."

"Where's he to meet her?"

"I'll show you, sir."

"Look here, my girl," said the astute Hal, "you are not telling me the
truth."

"What do you mean, sir?" she asked, indignantly.

"Do you mind pulling the bell, Reg?"

"What for, Hal?"

"To send the waiter for a policeman. He will investigate this lady's
statement."

"Oh, don't do that, sir."

"Will you tell us who sent you here then?" said Hal.

"You'll not touch me if I do."

"Not if you tell the truth."

"Well, there were going to be several men behind the bushes, where I wa