"Something must be done," said Helen, crossly.
"Ay!" Jimmy agreed. "It's long past my tea-time. We must find out if there's anything to eat i' Scotland."
But Helen insisted on visiting the stationmaster. Now, the stationmaster at St. Enoch's is one of the most important personages north of the Tweed, and not easily to be seen. However, Helen saw him. He pointed out that the train came from London in two portions, which were divided in Scotland, one going to Edinburgh, and his suggestion was that conceivably the luggage had been put into the Edinburgh van in mistake for the Glasgow van. Such errors did occur sometimes, he said, implying that the North Western was an English railway, and that surprising things happened in England. He said, also, that Helen might telephone to Edinburgh and inquire.
She endeavoured to act on this counsel, but came out of the telephone cabin saying that she could not get into communication with Edinburgh.
"Better go over to Edinburgh and see for yourself," said Jimmy, tranquilly.
"Yes, and what about my steamer?" Helen turned on him.
"Scotland canna' be so big as all that," said Jimmy. "Not according to th' maps. Us could run over to Edinburgh to-night, and get back to Glasgow early to-morrow."
She consented.
Just as he was taking two second returns to Edinburgh (they had snatched railway eggs and railway tea while waiting for a fast train) he stopped and said:
"Unless ye prefer to sail without your trunks, and I could send 'em on by th' next steamer?"