“It’s my fault, I’m afraid. If I hadn’t shown my hand he’d never have taken fright. Can you do anything at your end?”
“I’ll see to that if he makes for London. I can put a man onto the station here. What’s he wearing, did you notice?”
“No idea. I was looking at his face. That wouldn’t be enough, anyhow, for your man to go by. If only I could catch that train!”
“If you did you’d give the show away worse than ever. He’s certain to be on the lookout. I wish to goodness we had a photograph! We must go by the ticket, that’s all. I’ll back my man to get onto him if it’s humanly possible. Fortunately, he’s on good terms with the station people. It’ll be a bore if Gregg goes north, though!”
“It doesn’t even follow that he’s going by train. He was on his way to the Junction, but that means nothing. He’s got his man with him, which looks as if he were sending the car home from the station. The fellow’s a sort of gardener as well, so he’s not likely to take him with him if he’s going far.”
“That points to a train journey, so our luck may be in, after all. Look here, are you free to come up at any moment?”
“Quite. To-night, if you like.”
“There’s no great hurry, but you might run up in the course of the next day or two. There’s nothing much you can do where you are now, and it’s about time we compared notes again. I may have something for you by the time you get here.”
Fayre calculated for a moment.
“I’ll come up by the night train to-morrow, arriving Sunday morning. Then I can look you up on Monday.”