"Dashed if that ain't the party I drove to Blackheath the other afternoon," he said half aloud. "Leastways, I picked her up in Golfney Place whether it was Number 5 or not. 'Tain't likely there was two of 'em!"
Mr. Joseph Botting felt certain that he could recognize the house again, and when at last the two ladies came forth from the shop, followed by a boy who was laden with many small parcels, Mr. Botting, in his haste to set them down at Eccleston Square again, put more than one life in peril.
The next thing was to drive to the nearest public-house, where it did not take many seconds to swallow a pint of six ale. The sandwiches which a careful wife had wrapped in a piece of newspaper, could wait until he had made certain of his good fortune. On reaching Golfney Place, he saw beyond a doubt that the house from which he had driven the young lady and her luggage was assuredly Number 5, and then Mr. Joseph Botting lost no time in making his way to Upper Grosvenor Street, where the advertisement said he was to apply.
Before he had time to get down from his seat Jimmy, having seen him through the dining-room window, came out with his napkin in his hand.
"'Morning, guvnor," said Joseph. "I've come about this 'ere five pound reward."
"You have only to tell me where you left the young lady," replied
Jimmy, taking out his pocket-case and temptingly exposing a bank note.
"Well, you see, guvnor, I can't call to mind the address," said Joseph.
"It wasn't a railway station!"
"No," was the answer. "I'll tell you where it was."
"Where?" demanded Jimmy.