“Did you make any attempt to discover who it was?” I asked him.
“Well, for the moment I was too scared. When I did recover my presence of mind there wasn’t a sign of anybody.”
We reached the others. Sir Charles was bursting with indignation at this fresh outrage, but Lady Considine seemed more thankful at Jack’s miraculous escape than upset at the shock. She fussed over him—mother-like.
“I suppose it’s useless sending a search party out now?” fumed Sir Charles, “but by all the powers, I’ll put Baddeley on to this in the morning!”
“Baddeley?” said a well-known voice. “What’s Baddeley wanted for now?”
Sir Charles wheeled round quickly. His face lighted with relief.
“Another dastardly outrage, Bathurst! And in my own grounds, too!”
He proceeded to relate the incident. Anthony listened to him, gravely.
“Not more than a quarter of an hour ago, eh? I can’t have missed it by much—I’ve just got back.” He turned to Jack Considine.
“Tell me all the facts!”