"I mean three," said the landlady, looking sharply at me. "They only came on Saturday; Mr. Dowsett came yesterday. You must excuse me, sir; there's the dining-room bell and the drawing-room bell ringing all together."
"A moment, I beg," I said, slipping half-a-crown into her hand. "Do you know where they have gone to?"
"No; they didn't tell me. They were in a hurry to catch a train; but I don't know what train, and don't know where to."
Her manner proclaimed that she not only did not know, but did not care.
"They had some boxes with them?" I said.
"Yes, two. I can't wait another minute. I never did see such a impatient gentleman as the dining-rooms."
"Only one more question," I said, forcibly detaining her. "Did they drive to the station?"
"Yes; they had a carriage. Please let me go, sir."
"Do you know the man who drove them? Do you know the number of the carriage?"
"Haven't the slightest idea," said the landlady; and, freeing herself from my grasp, she ran down to her kitchen.