"Ordered out his horse."
"Intending to find me before I started—do you think?"
"Yes, miss; but I left him cross-questioning Symonds, who wouldn't give him any satisfaction."
"Very good. Now we must hasten, or we shall miss the train."
She hurried on her traveling-cloak, and, accompanied by Purcell, descended to the station, where the train was ready to start and got on board in time.
From behind her thick crape vail she watched every passenger who crossed the platform to enter any of the long line of cars, and the flaming street-lamps revealed every face distinctly.
Porters hustled each other; newsboys shouted their papers; ladies made blind sallies to the wrong class car and lost themselves in the throng; gentlemen with umbrellas, carpet-bags and plaids elbowed their way into empty compartments; but Roland Mortlake was not among the mob.
She had slipped the chain and got free.
The train glided out of the shed and set itself to its night's work, and Margaret sank back to her seat with a sigh of relief.
"I have outwitted him," she thought. "His calculations upon my expected movements are all astray. I have taken him by surprise. I shall find Dr. Gay in Llandaff, sure enough. I did right to go in search of him."