“Have you any idea as to what direction he would be most likely to take?”
“There is little doubt, sir, but that he has gone towards the Wizard’s Fountain, in the Sycamore Walk. Three times already, that is the place to which he has gone.”
“We must follow him, Dobbs.”
“Yes, sir.”
“We must watch him, but be careful not to disturb him.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I suppose there is little or no fear of his waking before he gets back to the house?”
“None whatever, sir, as far as my experience goes. As a rule, he goes quietly back to his own rooms, undresses himself as quietly and soberly as if he was wide awake, and gets into bed; and when he does really wake up in the morning, he never seems to know anything about what has happened over-night. But we must make haste, sir, if we wish to overtake him.”
“I will be ready in one minute.”
Lionel wrapped a warm furred cloak about him, and put a travelling-cap on his head. Three minutes later he and Dobbs stood together in the open air.