“Start ze train! Start ze train! I vill give you a pound—two pound—tree pound, to start him!”
The Count leaped up and thrust his head through the window.
“What the dickens——!” thought he.
Hanging out of the other window he beheld the clamant Baron urging the guard with frenzied entreaty.
“But they're wanting to go by the train, sir,” said the guard.
“No, no. Zey do not! It is a mistake! Start him!”
Following their gaze he saw, racing toward them, the cause of their delay. It was a motor car, yet not the same that had so lately departed. In this were seated a young man and an elderly lady, both waving to hold back the train; and to his vast amazement he recognized in the man Darius Maddison, junior, in the lady the Countess of Grillyer.
The car stopped, the occupants alighted, and the Countess, supported on the strong arm of Ri, scuttled down the platform.
“Bonker, take her in mit you!” groaned the Baron, and his head vanished from the Count's sight.
Even this ordeal was not too much for Bunker's fidelity.