“Never mind. I will undertake to get you to London free of expense to yourself. Afterwards we will consult about your plans.”
Just as the train was starting, Professor Puffer reached the station, and from the platform espied his ward in the act of leaving him.
“Stop!” he called out, shaking his fist at the receding train.
“Good-by, Professor Puffer!” said Bernard with a smile and a wave of the hand.
Puffer in his anger, ran a few steps, talking violently.
“My ward is running away,” he said to a policeman. “Can’t you stop the train?”
“No; I can’t.”
“But I want to get him back.”
“Then you’ll have to go before a magistrate.”
“Where is that train going?”