Chapter Fifty Seven.
An Old Friend—or Enemy?
“Where shall we stay? I’ll show you,” said Uncle Luke, after giving instructions to the cabman. “My old hotel in Surrey street. Comfortable, motherly woman. No nonsense.”
“And what do you propose doing?”
“Let’s hear first what you propose,” shouted the old man, so as to make his voice heard above the rattle of the cab windows—four-wheelers Jehu’s enemies, which lose him many a fare.
“I have nothing to propose,” said Leslie sadly; “only to find her.”
“And I’ve given you twenty-four hours to think it out, including last night at Plymouth.”
“My head is in a whirl, sir; I am in no condition to think. Pray suggest something.”
“Hah! The old folks are useful, then, after all. Well, then, you would like to hear my plans?”