Parrott and Busby scrambled out together, and fell over a truck.
"Don't know where you want to go to, some of you, I should think," said the station-master.
He slammed the door, and commented volubly on the indecision of people who caused the company's trains to be late, and then blamed it on to the officials.
"We must find the cabman," said Gray, when they got outside the station.
The cabman was easily found, and for a small consideration he was able to recall exactly where he went on the day previous. Armed with the fullest information, the three men made their way to the inn on the hill.
The waitress was just clearing away the breakfast things when they arrived. George heard the well-known voice of Gray, and started in his chair. A cold perspiration broke out over him, but he remained as the waitress had left him, resting in the armchair with his feet on a stool.
"The gentleman's here," said the girl, ushering the three men into George's presence; "but he can't hear a word you say, he's stone deaf, and blind too," she added.
"What a pity!" said Gray, in an unfeeling voice.
"You'd better wait till his friend the doctor comes," said the girl. "He'll be back this evening."
"Perhaps he'll know me if I speak loudly," said Gray. He walked across the room, and bellowed "George!" into the ear of his late master.