“There was a mistake in the telegram, sir. It was not to Guernsey they went, but to Jersey.”
“Tut, tut, that was a very unlucky mistake, and might have proved to be a fatal one, as you said. Are you certain now of your information?”
“Quite certain, sir. The duelists took the St. Aubins steamer and sailed for that port at eleven this morning. As soon as the office here discovered their mistake, they telegraphed the correction to London. But of course we had left before that second telegram arrived.”
“Have you any farther information?” inquired Dick.
“None whatever.”
“Then we must drive to the docks immediately,” ordered the General.
The detective mounted the box beside the cabman and transmitted the order.
And they were driven rapidly down to the docks.
They alighted and went about making diligent inquiries for a vessel.
Fortune favored them, or rather Money did. Money is a great magician. No wonder it is sometimes fatally mistaken for a god, and more fatally worshiped as one.