"Yes'm, we was most onto it, an' I was just goin' to pull up a bit when the cop got in his work."
"Could you see the man we were after?"
"Yes'm; he turned round, an' I guess he saw what the cop did, but I lost sight of him tryin' to keep me horse from treadin' on the cop's toes."
"It's just as well, then," said Clara, satisfied. "I'm rather glad the policeman stopped us, for now Poubalov will be certain why it was that we didn't catch up. You needn't hurry so now, Michael; drive back to the place where we started from."
"Where Patterson shook me, miss? All right. I'm on," and he clambered back to the box.
Nothing occurred to disturb their return journey, and when Mike again opened the door for instructions, Clara and Paul got out.
"We will go straight to the house and inquire for Patterson," said Clara, "and if we don't find him there, we'll ask all along the street."
"Whist, miss!" exclaimed Mike, in his eagerness gripping her arm; "there goes Patterson now!"
"Where?" she cried, looking, of course, in the wrong direction.
"Below there, him on the box of the closed carriage, miss. On my soul, it looks like the same——"