‘By all means.’
Her gravest fear Nancy would not communicate. And it hit the truth.
CHAPTER 4
They parted at Baker Street, Tarrant for his lodgings and the work that awaited him there, Nancy to go westward by another train.
When she reached the house from which her brother had dated his letter, it was half-past ten. At the door stood a cab, and a servant was helping the driver to hoist a big trunk on to the top.
‘Is Mr. Lord still here?’ Nancy asked of the girl.
‘He’s just this minute a-goin’, miss. This is his luggage.’
She sent her name, and was quickly led up to the first floor. There stood Horace, ready for departure.
‘Why have you come?’ he asked, with annoyance.