Mrs. Blake sat up with a suddenness that surprised even herself. "The morning!" she echoed. "If you think that I shall stay in this horror of a room until morning, Margaret, you are mistaken. I will go, if I walk."
"It's a long walk," commented Margaret, carelessly.
"And may I ask why you are going the other way and when you purpose to return?"
"I am going to Wayback to telegraph. Some thief has planned to get all of papa's money from the bank there, and of course he will try to escape on the train. We shall catch him by telegraphing to the officers at the next town."
"If you do he is a fool. And who are 'we'? How did you learn all this?"
"Whitby told me."
"When?"
"Just now."
"Was Whitby here?"
"Yes."