Rust took off his spectacles and laid them upon the table.
"The request being—" he asked.
"That you start for the holiday you were speaking of the other day," I said, "within twelve hours."
He glanced at me curiously. I think that he was beginning to wonder whether I might not be the next person to need medical advice.
"Go on," he said. "I am prepared to listen at any rate…."
He listened. And at 10.30 that morning, he left Saxby—for the South
Coast.
CHAPTER XIX
AN AFFAIR OF STATE
My cousin met me at St. Pancras. I saw him before my own carriage had reached the platform, peering into the window of every compartment in his short-sighted way. He recognized me at last with a little wave of the hand.
"Glad to see you, Hardross! These your things? We'll have a hansom. Where are you staying?"