'And you and your father get on well together?'
'Yes, in a way. But I have a lot to tell you about that. Here we are!'
I shall not attempt to describe Jack Carbis's home, nor the welcome I received. Had I been their son, Lord and Lady Carbis could not have received me with greater joy.
It was not until late that Jack and I were able to be alone, but at length when the others had gone to bed we found ourselves in a kind of snuggery which had been especially set apart for his own personal use.
'It's great, having you here,' he cried, as he threw himself into an arm-chair; 'great to feel alive, and to remember things. Have you heard from Bolivick?'
'Yes, Sir Thomas sent me a line, also a newspaper containing a report of the inquest. Have you?'
He shook his head. 'We wrote immediately after we left, and Lady
Bolivick has written to mother, but—nothing more.'
'Of course you got particulars about Springfield. It seems he left a sealed packet. Did it contain a letter for you?'
'No, nothing. I often wonder who he wrote to. Do you know anything?'
'Nothing. But I propose going to Bolivick to-morrow; perhaps they'll tell me.'