"I don't know," he replied.
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked.
"Go and see."
"When is the next train?"
The Consul pulled out his watch.
"In twelve and a half minutes," he said. "I've paid the hotel bill. Here, hold on! You turn to the left for the elevator!" But Mrs. Scarsdale was half-way downstairs on her way to the station.
An hour later, as the Consul and his fair companion emerged at the station at Winchester, the first person they saw was Carrington.
"We've been found at last!" cried the Consul, advancing towards Jack with outstretched hand, exclaiming: "Well, Columbus Carrington, if ever I get lost again, I'll telegraph you first thing."
In a minute questions and answers were flying between them. Where had they been? Where had they come from? Why was Carrington here? Why had Scarsdale been arrested?
Jack bore up manfully, answering as best he could.