“Yes; but I don’t think we want any more confirmation. That Gladstone bag and the train are enough.”
“And if he had been a gentleman,” said the major hotly, “he would have had the door of his quarters locked.”
“How will it all end?” muttered the colonel. “Ah, well! there are black sheep in every flock, even if they hide their wool under our uniform.”
Chapter Forty One.
“Halt!”
“Why, it was plain enough,” said Jerry, one day as he sat by Richard’s bed. “He’d made all his plans and led you on out there on purpose.”
“Nonsense, man!”
“Ah, you may call it nonsense, if you like, because you don’t see through it now no more than you did then.”