"And you are not afraid of Phil's smelling a rat?"
"I am afraid of nothing that he can do henceforward. If it is not too late to save her, I will save her."
He waited for no more, but jumped into the cab. "London Bridge terminus!
You must get me there by a quarter to five," he said to the driver.
George Sheldon went no further than the gate of his brother's domain.
"I wonder whether the Harold's Hill people will send that telegram after him," he thought. "It'll be rather unpleasant for Fred Orcott if they do. But it's ten to one they won't. The normal condition of every seaside lodging-house keeper in one degree removed from idiotcy."
Book the Ninth.
THROUGH THE FURNACE
CHAPTER I.
SOMETHING TOO MUCH.
"Is that young man mad?" asked Philip Sheldon, as he went into his study immediately after Valentine had passed him in the hall.