By the light of the lantern I saw Miss Thorn cast one meaning look at Miss Trevor.
“What are you going to do about it?” asked Miss Thorn, addressing me. “Think of that unhappy man, without a bed, without blankets, without even a tooth-brush.”
“He hasn't been wholly off my mind,” I answered truthfully. “But there isn't anything we can do to-night, with that beastly detective to notice it.”
“Then you must go very early to-morrow morning, before the detective gets up.”
I couldn't help smiling at the notion of getting up before a detective.
“I am only too willing,” I said.
“It must be by four o'clock,” Miss Thorn went on energetically, “and we must have a guide we can trust. Arrange it with one of Uncle Fenelon's friends.”
“We?” I repeated.
“You certainly don't imagine that I am going to be left behind?” said Miss Thorn.
I made haste to invite for the expedition one of the Four, who was quite willing to go; and we got together all the bodily comforts we could think of and put them in a hamper, the Fraction not forgetting to add a few bottles from Mr. Cooke's immersed bar.