He turned from the window as he heard his newspaper thrust under his door.
He had only one luxury--a copy of the _Times_ every morning. It was a
three-penny _Times_ in those days, but he had always managed to find
his weekly eighteen pence for it. He picked it up now, and carelessly
glanced at its front page as he was about to lay it aside. The next moment
he was eagerly reading a prominent advertisement:

"Lost in a Holborn to Chapel Street Omnibus, about 4 o'clock yesterday
afternoon, a Spanish manuscript, bound in old crimson morocco. Whoever has
found the same will be most handsomely rewarded on bringing it to Spencer
Levendale, Esq., M.P., 591, Sussex Square, W."

Lauriston read this twice over--and putting the paper in his pocket,
finished his dressing and went straight to the police-station.



CHAPTER SEVEN


THE MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT

Melky Rubinstein came out of the side-passage by Multenius's shop as
Lauriston neared it; he, too, had a newspaper bulging from his coat
pocket, and at sight of Lauriston he pulled it out and waved it excitedly.

"What'd I tell you, mister?" exclaimed Melky, as Lauriston joined him, the
shadowing plain-clothes man in his rear. "D'ye see this?" He pointed to an
advertisement in his own paper, which he had marked with blue pencil.