“It’s all right.”
My heart gave a bound.
“The portmanteau is found.”
“Where?”
“At Nobberstown, the next station but one. She evidently discovered your mistake; for she tumbled it out. It’s coming on.”
“And where is she?”
“Oh! hang me if I know or care. My ponies are safe. You can look her up.”
“Did she leave no message, no directions?” I asked eagerly.
“Don’t know,” said his lordship, as he chalked the top of his cue preparatory to joining in the pool.
Lord Dundrum was correct in saying that I should take up the running now. It was my business to make restitution and to deliver the white elephant left on my hands to its rightful owner. This task should be undertaken at once. I scarcely closed my eyes all night, thinking of the modus operandi; and when I came down to breakfast next morning I had resolved upon nothing more definite than a searching cross-examination of the employés at Nobberstown Station.