But there was fear as well as disgust in the glance which Amaryllis threw at the gross slumber of their prisoner.
She had felt his power stretched over half a county, and who should fix its limit for her?
But she merely said:
"What time do we get to King's Cross, Dick?"
"Ten-thirty—on paper; but we're twenty minutes late already."
"Then—what'm I going to do then? Eleven o'clock, and me so tired!"
"You'll be all right. I'll see that you are," said Dick.
Apparently satisfied by this pledge, Amaryllis had almost fallen asleep in her corner, now the furthest from Melchard, when Dick said:
"What you want to-night, my prize-packet, is a fairy godmother."
"She would save lots of trouble," admitted Amaryllis.