“I might lose the train,” he said, “and business of importance takes me to Liverpool.”
“As you think fit,” observed the gentleman, “but you will now have little chance of recovering your money.”
Emery was thankful when the train again moved on.
Sass Gange had not appeared at either of the stations.
Liverpool was at length reached. He looked about expecting to see Sass, but he was nowhere to be found. His own portmanteau was in the luggage-van, but the sailor’s bag was not with it.
Where to go he could not tell. His eye caught the name of a hotel. He took a cab and drove to it.
It was too late to change any notes that night; but he determined in the morning, as early as possible, to get rid of those evidences of his guilt. In the meantime, he went to bed utterly miserable.