call at Madame di Negra's, and, as he was familiarly known to her
servants, seek to obtain quietly all the information he could collect,
and, at all events, procure (what in my haste I had failed to do) the
name and description of the man who had driven her out in the morning,
and make what use he judged best of every hint he could gather or glean
that might aid our researches. Leonard only succeeded in learning the
name and description of the coachman, whom he recognized as one Beppo, to
whom she had often given orders in his presence. None could say where he
then could be found, if not at the count's hotel. Leonard went next to
that hotel. The man had not been there all the day. While revolving
what next he should do, his eye caught sight of your intended son-in-law,
gliding across the opposite side of the street. One of those luminous,
inspiring conjectures, which never occur to you philosophers, had from
the first guided Leonard to believe that Randal Leslie was mixed up in
this villanous affair."

"Ha! He?" cried Riccabocca. "Impossible! For what interest, what
object?"

"I cannot tell, neither could Leonard; but we had both formed the same
conjecture. Brief: Leonard resolved to follow Randal Leslie, and track
all his movements. He did then follow him, unobserved,--and at a
distance, first to Audley Egerton's house, then to Eaton Square, thence
to a house in Bruton Street, which Leonard ascertained to be Baron
Levy's. Suspicious that, my clear sage?"

"Diavolo, yes!" said Riccabocca, thoughtfully.

"At Levy's, Randal stayed till dusk. He then came out, with his cat-
like, stealthy step, and walked quickly into the neighbourhood of