And, going around the corner, he ran right into Plant, who was raging about the town, wondering where Penelope was and how everything was going to end.
"The scoundrel is that marquis," said Plant. And he ran into the scoundrel's arms.
And just while Bramber was shaking the dust of Spilsborough from the tires of his motor-car, Bob himself came into the town in a hired Daimler, full of the most extraordinary news. And Titania was having a series of fits down at Goring, with Dr. Lumsden Griff in attendance.
CHAPTER XVI.
It cannot be imagined that Titania, who had survived so many shocks, was ill for nothing. When Bob discovered what she was ill of, he stood outside on the lawn with his hands deep in his pockets and with his legs wide apart.
"I must tell 'em this at once," said Bob, gloomily. "If I don't tell Gordon, he'll forget he's invested a hundred of mine in something to make hair curl, and I shall lose the money. I mean to make money to keep up Goring by and by. And he said he'd make me a director, too. For the sake of the family, I can't neglect him. Or De Vere, either. Or any of 'em. But—but I never thought it of Pen!"
With his pockets full of money derived from the sale of dogs to De Vere, he rushed off to the station and caught a train for town. When he reached London, he sent a wire to "Old Guth."
"I'm in town on important business. Break it to grandmother between fits. I hope to be back to-morrow."
He rushed off to Park Lane to find Gordon.
"Mr. Gordon has gone to Spilsborough, sir," said Gordon's man.