The eyes of the three men met and then the pursed-up lips of Cyril B. Carnthwacke emitted a low whistle.
“Sakes alive! Sits the wind in that quarter?”
Chapter XX
“Samuel Horsingforth passenger to Lisbon by the Atlantic starting from Southampton seventeenth instant.”
Inspector Furnival read the telegram over again aloud and then handed it to Steadman.
“Better get there before the boat train, I think, sir.”
Steadman nodded. “I'll guarantee my touring car to do it in less time than anything else you can get.”
“Y—es. Perhaps it may, but——” the inspector said uncertainly.
“But what?” Steadman questioned in surprise.
The inspector cleared his throat apparently in some embarrassment.