CHAPTER 12
After waiting a day or two for news from Amelius, and hearing nothing, Rufus went to make inquiries at the cottage.
“My master has gone out of town, sir,” said Toff, opening the door.
“Where?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Anybody with him?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Any news of Sally?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
Rufus stepped into the hall. “Look here, Mr. Frenchman, three times is enough. I have already apologized for treating you like a teetotum, on a former occasion. I’m afraid I shall do it again, sir, if I don’t get an answer to my next question—my hands are itching to be at you, they are! When is Amelius expected back?”