“But Gran’fer——!” she gasped, extricating herself.
He burst into a roar of laughter. “Have you heard it already?”
“Heard what? I’m looking for Gran’fer!”
“Haven’t you met him on the road? He started back ahead of me!”
She drew a breath of relief. “With Methusalem?”
“And a fare,” he grinned. “I had to go on to the coroner or else I too——”
But she no longer heard. “I must have missed him on the footpaths,” she said happily.
“You’ll find him at Mr. Fallow’s,” he said, and then laughter caught him again and rapt his breath.
“But do speak! Do speak! What’s this mystery?”
“Your Gran’fer’s eloped!”