"Certainly, sir."
As the gentleman hurried away, the woman whom we have mentioned as the third member of the party, a tall, showy-looking brunette, said:
"What's your game, Jack? Why did you send that old fellow for a carriage?"
"It was the easiest way to get rid of him," was the reply. "Didn't you see that he was very suspicious?"
"Of course."
"The way in which I accepted his offer took him off his guard, and, perhaps, saved us some trouble."
"Hush! here he comes."
"I see him. Don't say a word. Leave all to me."
"I have found a very good coach for you," announced the old gentleman, hurrying toward them. "Come this way, please."
Murmuring his thanks, Jack Farley, whom the reader has, perhaps, ere this, recognized, hurried toward the entrance, supporting the alleged invalid, who was now moaning piteously.