They stood at the entrance to the hotel together while a taxicab
was summoned. Laverick stepped quickly in.

"25, Jermyn Street," he ordered.

Bellamy watched him drive off. Then he sighed.

"I think, my friend Laverick," he said softly, "that you will need
some one to look after you to-night."




CHAPTER XXXII

MORRISON IS DESPERATE


Certainly it was a strange little gathering that waited in Morrison's
room for the coming of Laverick. There was Lassen -flushed, ugly,
breathing heavily, and watching the door with fixed, beady eyes.
There was Adolf Kahn, the man who had strolled out from the Milan
Hotel as Laverick had entered it, leaving the forged order behind
him. There was Streuss - stern, and desperate with anxiety. There
was Morrison himself, in the clothes of a workman, worn to a shadow,
with the furtive gleam of terrified guilt shining in his sunken
eyes, and the slouched shoulders and broken mien of the habitual
criminal. There was Zoe, around whom they were all standing, with
anger burning in her cheeks and gleaming out of her passion-filled
eyes. She, too, like the others, watched the door. So they waited.