Hal and Reg lost no time in following up the clue given them, and a quarter of an hour later found them in one of the many saloons of the Gaiety Hotel, where they began to take stock of their surroundings. Both agreed that it had been well-named. Business seemed brisk, and liveliness and gaiety characterised everybody. They happed to have hit upon the same saloon that Wyck patronised. Had Hal known this he would perhaps have been more careful. Two young ladies were in attendance. One of a very winning appearance; the other rather plain.
"Have you seen Wyck lately?" asked Hal, of the pretty one.
"No, he"s gone," said she, colouring to the roots of her hair, and then appearing annoyed at having spoken.
"Why do you want to know? Who are you?" she asked, in rather an excited way.
"My name is Thompson. Wyck is a great friend of mine. We came out in the same boat from London," said Hal, carelessly.
"You are staying at the "Australian," are you not?"
"Yes, why?"
"Oh, nothing. I thought I saw you there the other day. Miss Kelley, will you mind my bar for a few minutes?" and she hurried away.
"You"ve upset Miss Harris," said the other lady, coming forward.
"I am sorry. It was quite unintentional," said Hal.
"You know she and Wyck are great friends?"
"Well, I heard something about it, but as Wyck is such an outrageous flirt I did not take much notice of it."
"But they are engaged and going to be married shortly."
"Lucky fellow," answered Hal, with a smile.
"Infernal, lying scoundrel," added Reg, under his breath.
"Miss Harris not in?" asked a rough-looking fellow, putting his head through the doorway.
"She"ll be back directly," answered Miss Kelley.
"Oh, never mind," said the man, disappearing.
"That"s Wyck"s old cabby," she said to Hal, and Reg, excusing himself, got up and went outside.
"Is that gentleman your friend?" she asked.
"An acquaintance," he answered. "But you and Miss Harris are not friends."
"I never said so, sir," said she, shortly.
"No, there"s no necessity for that."
"She"s a niece of the proprietor."
"I see, and has a lot of privileges which the others don"t like."
"Who told you that?" said the girl, in surprise, but not denying the truth of the statement.
"When did you last see Wyck?" continued Hal.
"Yesterday afternoon. He came in in a very hurried manner, quite unusual in him, and called Miss Harris aside and held a long confab with her. He seemed upset, and so was she, for she left the bar, crying, and did not come back till the evening."
"How long had she known him?"
"That"s the funny part of it. She only met him three days before. It seems to have been a regular case of love at first sight. She is a very proud and haughty girl, especially to strangers. It was reported once that a private secretary of the Governor"s was going to marry her.
Certainly he used to pay her a lot of attention, but he married an heiress instead."
"Did she fret then?"
"No, she laughed it off and treated it as a joke."
"Tell me this before I go. Did Wyck say anything to her about a telegram when he called?"
"Yes, I remember he did, for it was sent on here from the Australian; but why are you so inquisitive?"
"You won"t mention a word of our conversation to Miss Harris, but just tell me what size gloves you take, and how many b.u.t.tons."
"Six-and-a-quarter, twelve b.u.t.tons."
"Thanks! good-bye!" and he left her, well-satisfied with his enquiries.
"I thought you were never coming," said Reg, as they met at the door.
"Short, thick-set man, wearing soft felt hat, black coat, riding breeches, and top-boots; drives a hansom with a smart grey horse; No.
1246A."
"You could not hear his name, of course?"
"I heard someone call out, "Good-day, d.i.c.k," as he left. What"s the next move?"
"A fashionable one. Where shall we go--Buckley and Nunn"s or Robertson and Moffat"s?"
"What for--gloves?"
"Yes, six and a quarter, and twenty b.u.t.tons."
"No, surely."
"Twenty did I say? No, the young lady is modest. A dozen will satisfy her," said Hal, leading the way.
The gloves were bought and posted to Miss Kelley, and Hal told Reg all about the courtship.
"A proud, haughty girl is what he delights in," said Reg, though he mentally added that his Amy was not of that character.
"Our next move is to find out d.i.c.k"s character and his habits, for from the way she referred to him, I fancy d.i.c.k is of some material a.s.sistance to him," said Hal, dodging his way through the crowded thoroughfares.
"We"d better, therefore, find his cab-rank first."