“I must tell Granville,” said Horace.
“Your chief. Well, be quick, the cab will be here directly.”
Horace went to the inner room and in a minute returned, his face still white but with a burning spot on either cheek.
“All right?” inquired Harker.
Horace nodded, and followed him to the door.
In a quarter of an hour they were at Euston in the booking office.
“I have no money,” said Horace.
“I have, plenty for us both. Go and get some papers, especially Liverpool ones, at the book-stall while I get the tickets.”
It was a long memorable journey. The papers were soon exhausted. They contained little or no additional news respecting the obscure suspect in Liverpool, and beyond that they had no interest for either traveller.
“We shall get down at three,” said Harker; “there’s a chance of being in time.”