"Believe me," he replied, "it's the only way, and I shall rely on your promise."
Saying which, he left her, partly because he had obtained all the information he wished, and partly because he was certain that he espied the well-known figure of the tramp hovering behind the bushes on the opposite side of the lawn.
A few moments later he had his hand on that individual's collar, and was demanding sternly what he meant by coming to Blanford against his orders.
"'Cause I've somethin' of importance to tell yer," retorted that worthy.
"Well, out with it, quick!" said the journalist. "It's got to be pretty important to excuse your disobedience."
"It is. The boss is going to bolt."
"Who? The Bishop?"
"That's it! Him and the lady."
"What lady?"
"The young 'un, I guess."