"I see," said Leicester. "What besides?"
"It seems the talk among these people that the telegraph clerk has had a busy time this morning. It is said that he has sent hundreds of telegrams, all signed 'Castlemaine.' I expect that's a bit exaggerated," he added.
"And the purport of these telegrams?"
"There is a general impression that they all repeated the information which the caretaker gave me. I say, Leicester, have you any explanation to give?"
"I? None. No, I must receive the information. Yes, at least that's due to me."
"Have you received no communication of any sort?"
"I? No, I forgot. I did not ask about my letters this morning. I—I think I was too—excited."
"Drinking?"
"No; but if—I say!" He put his head out of the carriage window. "Not to The Beeches Station," he said; "the house—you understand?"
The driver grinned. Evidently he had heard what had been said, but he said "Yes, sir," quite civilly, and changed the direction of the horses' heads.