'Bristol!' he said dully. 'Why Bristol?'
'Because the villains who have escaped us here,' the lawyer answered, 'we shall find there. And they will know what has become of her.'
'But shall we find them?'
'Mr. Dunborough will find them.'
'Ha!' said Sir George, with a sombre glance. 'So he will.'
Mr. Dunborough spoke with sudden fury. 'I wish to Heaven,' he said, 'that I had never heard the girl's name. How do I know where she is!'
'You will have to know,' Sir George muttered between his teeth.
'Fine talk!' Mr. Dunborough retorted, with a faint attempt at a sneer, 'when you know as well as I do that I have no more idea where the girl is or what has become of her than that snuff-box. And d--n me!' he continued sharply, his eyes on the box, which Sir George still held in his hand, 'whose is the snuff-box, and how did she get it? That is what I want to know? And why did she leave it in the carriage? If we had found it dropped in the road now, and that kerchief round it, I could understand that! But in the carriage. Pho! I believe I am not the only one in this!'