"Where to, sir?"
"The station," he said; "that is, The Beeches Station."
"Yes, sir."
"I say, what is it, Winfield?"
"I don't know."
"Don't be an ass—tell me."
"It's the general impression that there's to be no wedding to-day," said Winfield grimly.
Leicester seemed prepared for this. He never moved a muscle of his face, but it was evident his mind was working quickly.
"Go on," he said quietly.
"I found the church caretaker, or sexton, or whatever they call him," said Winfield, "and he told me that he had received orders at eight o'clock this morning to open neither the church gates nor the church doors, as the wedding would not take place to-day."