Nigel was just arriving at Dorminster House when Maggie returned from her ride.

He assisted her to dismount and entered the house with her.
"There is something here I should like to show you, Maggie," he said, as he drew a dispatch from his pocket.

"It was sent round to me half an hour ago by Chalmers, from the American Embassy." "It's about Gilbert Jesson!" Maggie exclaimed, holding out her hand for it.
Nigel nodded.
"There's a note inside, and an enclosure," he said.

"You had better read both." Maggie opened out the former: MY DEAR DORMINSTER, I am afraid there is rather bad news about Jesson.

One of our regular line of airships, running from San Francisco to Vladivostok, has picked up a wireless which must have come from somewhere in the South of China.