THE LADY IN THE CARRIAGE


They slept rather late in the morning, first because they were
very much fatigued after their long journey, second for the
reason that they had been unable to woo slumber until long past
midnight. Anguish stretched himself lazily in bed when he heard
Lorry's voice from the adjoining room.

"I suppose we are to consult the police in order to get a clue
to your charmer," he yawned. "Nice friends you pickup on
railway journeys. I'd be ashamed."

"Well, Harry, I'll confess I'm disgusted. This has been the
most idiotic thing I've ever done, and if you say the word we'll
get out of here on the first train--freight or passenger. The
Guggenslockers--pigs!" Mr. Lorry was savage.

"Not a bit of it, my boy, not a bit of it. We'll make a
house-to-house canvass if the police fail us. Cheer up, cheer up!"

"You go to thunder!"

"Hold on! Don't talk like that, or I'll go back on you in a
minute. I'm here because I choose to be, and I've more heart in
the chase at this minute than you have. I've not lost hope,
We'll find the Guggenslockers if we have to hire detectives to
trace 'em from the United States to their very doorstep. We're
going to see the police after breakfast."