ROMANCE OF THE CALCUTTA SWEEPSTAKES

And beneath it another in type almost as large as the first:

POOR CLERK WINS £40,000

His own name leaped at him from the printed page, and with it that of
the faithful Gelatine.

Flight! That was the master-word which rang in Roland's brain as day
followed day. The wild desire of the trapped animal to be anywhere
except just where he was had come upon him. He was past the stage when
conscience could have kept him to his obligations. He had ceased to
think of anything or any one but himself. All he asked of Fate was to
remove him from Bury St. Edwards on any terms.

It may be that some inkling of his state of mind was wafted
telepathically to Frank and Percy, for it can not be denied that their
behavior at this juncture was more than a little reminiscent of the
police force. Perhaps it was simply their natural anxiety to keep an
eye on what they already considered their own private gold-mine that
made them so adhesive. Certainly there was no hour of the day when one
or the other was not in Roland's immediate neighborhood. Their
vigilance even extended to the night hours, and once, when Roland,
having tossed sleeplessly on his bed, got up at two in the morning,
with the wild idea of stealing out of the house and walking to London,
a door opened as he reached the top of the stairs, and a voice asked
him what he thought he was doing. The statement that he was walking in
his sleep was accepted, but coldly.