"No fear of that," replied Jim, confidently. "You can trust Mallow to look after himself; besides, he told me he might very likely be away for some time over this Hain business."
"Is that the man connected with the murder?"
"Yes; Vraik reported that he had seen him talking to Semberry in Poplar Street, so Mallow determined to catch him himself."
"Talking to Major Semberry?" said Tui, thoughtfully. "That looks as though the Major had something to do with poor Mr. Carson's death."
"I have not the slightest doubt about it. Semberry knows a good deal more than he is inclined to tell. But you needn't worry about Mallow, Mrs. Carson--or, shall I say, Miss Bellairs?"
"No, no," said Olive, hurriedly. "Don't please do that for the present. Have you the tickets?"
"Yes; tickets, and carriages, and papers. Everything is square."
"Are you well wrapped up?" asked Tui, with an air of proprietorship.
"Warm as toast," said Jim, laughing, and they walked down the platform.
"You have left nothing behind, Jim?"