'No,' said Sir George, 'you are not going to Calne. She has not gone Calne way.'
Mr. Dunborough drew in his breath quickly. Hitherto he had been uncertain what the other knew, and how far the meeting was accidental; now, forgetful what his words implied and anxious only to say something that might cover his embarrassment, 'Oh,' he said, 'you are--you are in search of her?'
'Yes,' said Sir George mockingly. 'We are in search of her. And we want to know where she is.'
'Where she is?'
'Yes, where she is. That is it; where she is. You were to meet her here, you know. You are late and she has gone. But you will know whither.'
Mr. Dunborough stared; then in a tempest of wrath and chagrin, 'D----n you!' he cried furiously. 'As you know so much, you can find out the rest!'
'I could,' said Sir George slowly. 'But I prefer that you should help me. And you will.'
'Will what?'
'Will help me, sir,' Sir George answered quickly, 'to find the lady we are seeking.'
'I'll be hanged if I will,' Dunborough cried, raging and furious.