CHAPTER 11

MR HAVELOCK had scarcely reached his office the following morning when Dick arrived. The bushy brows of that gentleman rose at the sight of his visitor. “I’ve come to make a confession, Mr Havelock,” he began. “That sounds ominous,” said the other, his eyes twinkling. “Maybe it’s more ominous than it sounds,” said Dick. “I’ve kept something back from you—information which ought to be in your hands.” Briefly he told the story of the blotting-paper he had found in the hotel in Buenos Aires. “Obviously Lord Selford is…