"I am a poor hand at riddles," said Miss Newton, shaking her head. "I
did not expect to see you here, Mr Raymond."
"Nor would you have seen me here," was the answer, "had I not been
charged to deliver a message of grave import to one who is here."
"Not me, I hope?" said Miss Newton, looking graver.
"Not you. I trust you will thank God for it. And now, can you kindly
direct me to the young lady for whom I am to look? Is there here a Miss
Flora Drummond?"