'That's all gammon about their going to France. He hasn't money for travelling. She spent all hers in nick-nacks—to propitiate people, the sneak! They're in London.'
He looked at his watch.
'I can just catch the 5.45 express. Nan, you go and tell the others; they needn't squawk about it all over Brighton.'
'What are you going to do, Tom?' said his sister, breathlessly.
'Find out where they are first. Then Colonel Fitzgerald and Mr. Mason must take it up. Then Mr. Jack Hanbury will suddenly find himself inside Millbank prison.'
She caught him by the hand.
'Tom, is it wise?' she pleaded again. 'They are married. What is the use of revenge? You don't want to make your own sister miserable?——'
'She has brought it on herself,' he said, roughly.
'Then that is what I am to think of you,' she said, regarding him, 'that some day I may hear you talk in that way about me?'
He never could resist the appeal of Nan's clear, faithful eyes.