"What kind of business?"
"I don't care to mention it just now. I am traveling for another party."
"I had no idea there would be an accident," said Mr. Talbot. "Good heavens, we might have been in eternity by this time," he added with a shudder.
"I feel very much alive," said Mark, laughing.
"I suppose the accident will be in the New York morning papers."
"So it will. I must telegraph that I am all right, or my mother will be frightened."
"Telegraph for me too," said Solon Talbot.
"All right. Tell me to whom to telegraph, Uncle Solon, and where."
"To Edgar, I think."
Few more words were spoken, as Mark and his uncle were both dead tired. It was eight o'clock when Mark opened his eyes. He dressed himself as quickly as possible and prepared to go down-stairs. As he was moving toward the door, Mark espied a scrap of paper. It contained what appeared to be a memorandum in his uncle's handwriting.