Chapter XXIII—First Stop, Hastings
"Now the question is," said George, as the train rattled along, "what am I going to do when I get to London?"
"You'll have a nice restful time," said Cattermole.
"I'm not so sure of it," said George, whose respect for the energy and ingenuity of Gray and his companions was much greater now than it had been. "Those blood-suckers won't leave me till they've got what they're after. I'm a peaceable man, and I don't want to spend the rest of my days playing follow my leader about the country. I suppose we go to Brunswick Terrace; is that the scheme?"
"No, this is the scheme," said Cattermole; "we get out here. Put your bandage on."
"Sevenoaks," said George, taking a hurried glance through the window as they pulled up.
"We break the journey here," said Cattermole, "and put 'em off the scent. You'll have to keep on doing that until you've struck the wonderful idea that is going to leave you in possession of the money without risk."
"Then the sooner I strike it, the better."
Cattermole led his invalid friend into the waiting-room and ordered a porter to fetch a cab. Half a dozen passengers looked on sympathetically as the two men entered the vehicle and the cabman closed the door softly.