“Southampton.”
“And on what day?”
“You really want a word with him?” asked Blount, whose hopes revived.
“I may.”
“Well, the only person who will know that is Mr. Humphries, of Pendle Castle, near that town; for he has to transact some trust-business with that gentleman as he passes through.”
“Humphries, of Pendle Castle. Very good; thanks.”
Mr. Longcluse looks again at his watch.
“And perhaps you will reconsider the matter I spoke of?”
“No use, Mr. Blount—not the least. I have quite made up my mind. Anything more? I am afraid I must be off.”
“Nothing, thanks,” said Mr. Blount.