Jabez grinned from ear to ear.
"Didsta hear owt?"
"I heard the gentleman say they had to be at St. Pancras at midnight."
Paul fumbled at his breast for his watch. It was gone.
"What's o'clock?" he asked.
"Fifteen after eleven, master," said Jabez. "I've just bolted up."
Paul's face was full of resolution.
"I'll follow," he said; "I've lost time enough already."
"What, man! you'll never manish it—and you as weak as watter forby. You'll be falling swat in the road like a wet sack."
Paul had pulled the door open. Excitement lent him strength. The next moment he was gone.