OFF THE TRACK.
It was eight o'clock in the morning of a dark and cloudy day, when the duke was finally aroused by the noise and confusion attending the arrival of the Great Northern Express train at King's Cross Station, London.
He shook himself wide awake, adjusted his wrap, and sprang out of his coupe, while yet his servant was but just bestirring himself.
The first man he met in the station was Detective Setter.
"How is she?" eagerly inquired the traveller, hastening to meet the officer.
"She is perfectly well, and expresses herself as not only willing, but anxious to see your grace," replied the detective.
"Not only willing! that is a strange phrase, too! But I presume I shall understand it all when I see her. Where is she?" demanded the duke.
"At the house on Westminster Road. The address was Westminster, and not Blackfriars Road."
"At the house on Westminster Road! Did you find her there?"
"I did your grace."