"Well, I'm just writing a message to his people, Mr. Clapp," said Claud. "I found a letter from his sister in London, and I thought the best thing to do was to telegraph for her to come straight."
"If you please, sirr," said the landlord, "anything me or my missus can do——"
"I am sure of it, and thank you kindly. I may want a bed at your house to-morrow night, but I'll let you know."
He rapidly pencilled a message to—
Miss Wyn Allonby,
7 Mansfield Road,
London, S. W.
Then paused a minute.
"I don't even know whether she's married or not," he reflected. "However, I should think this would find her any way; people usually open telegrams."
He wrote:
"Accident to Mr. Allonby. Serious. Has been taken to Poole Farm. 11.30 train Waterloo to Stanton shall be met to-morrow."
He glanced up at the landlord.