“Go on,” said Smith, and poked the ribs of Joseph. They went home jocular; but the detective was no sooner out of the way than Ashmead stole up to Ina Klosking, and put his finger to his lips; for Karl was clearing away, and in no hurry.
They sat on tenter-hooks and thought he never would go. He did go at last, and then the Klosking and Ashmead came together like two magnets.
“Well?”
“All right! Letter to post. Saw address quite plain—Edward Severne, Esq.”
“Yes.”
“Vizard Court.”
“Ah!”
“Taddington—Barfordshire—England.”
Ina, who was standing all on fire, now sat down and interlaced her hands. “Vizard!” said she, gloomily.
“Yes; Vizard Court,” said Ashmead, triumphantly; “that means he is a large landed proprietor, and you will easily find him if he is there in a month.”