"Oh, yes, you would," said Gordon. He put his hand in his pocket.
"I do not think so, sir. At least, I have doubts," said Ridley, with modified firmness.
Gordon took out a sovereign and scratched his nose with it.
"Which way?"
"Boston way," said Ridley. "Thank you, sir. But I do not think you can find him or catch him. Could I assist you in any manner, sir? Things are mixed, sir. Have you heard the news that Mr. Robert sent?"
"What news?" asked Gordon.
"I 'ardly think I should be justified in repeating it, sir," said Ridley.
"Oh, yes, you would," said Gordon, as he put his hand in his pocket.
And Ridley told him all about everything. Gordon knew very little beyond the fact that Bob had sent a telegram to Bradstock, who had sent it to the duchess, who had published it on the wires that the infant was not black. And of course he knew the fresh London rumour that Penelope had adopted it.
"Her Grace the Duchess of Goring is now in the palace, sir," said Ridley. "And between you and me, sir, I should not be surprised if all the other gentlemen came. I suppose you heard of the duel, sir?"