“Where are you intending to go, Mr. Penrose?”
“I may take a voyage somewhere. On the sea I should be safe.”
“Do you think your cousin is in pursuit of you?”
“Probably he is.”
“What is his name?”
“Lawrence Atwood.”
“Is the buggy you were driving your own?”
“No, and that reminds me, I ought to return it to the stable from which I hired it.”
“Where is that, sir?”
“Brooks’ stable, in Doncaster.”