"I wonder what brings Uncle Fosberton to Melchester," said Valentine to Jack as they walked away together.
"Can't say," returned the other. "I don't want to see him; but I suppose we must go. Let's hunt up Rosher."
A few minutes before five, the three boys entered the booking-office at the railway station.
"I wonder which platform it is!" said Jack. "Hallo! there's Raymond."
The gentleman in question came forward, flourishing his silver-mounted cane.
"Well, my dear nephews," he cried, laughing. "How are you to-day? Did old Westford get my letter all right?"
"What letter?" asked Valentine.
"Why, the letter asking for you to come out."
"But uncle wrote that!"
"Not a bit of it!" answered Raymond triumphantly. "I did it. I had a bit of the manor note-paper, and I sent it to our man to post it from Grenford. Ha! ha! I told you I'd manage the business!"