"Fenella," cried the Governor, "take this fool away and turn him out of the house."
When Fenella, who had been quivering all over, had left the room, followed by the jailer, the Governor turned to the Chief Constable.
"The woman was not on the morning steamer?"
"No, Sir."
"And What about Gell?"
"We broke open the door of his room in Athol Street and found he had gone."
"Ah! Have you come upon any trace of him elsewhere?"
"Yes; he slept at the Railway Inn at Ballaugh on Saturday night and took a ticket for St. John's by the first train on Sunday morning."
"Anything else?"
"The blacksmith at Ballasalla believes he saw him on Sunday evening going in the fog in the direction of Derby Haven."