"Oh, thank you," she cried, "thank you."
"And now"--Thresk turned to d.i.c.k--"if I might look at a _Bradshaw_ I could find out the next train to London."
"Certainly," said d.i.c.k, and he went over to the writing-table. Stella and Henry Thresk were left alone for a moment.
"We shall see you again," she said. "Please!"
Thresk laughed.
"No doubt. I am not going out into the night. You know my address. If you don"t ask Mr. Hazlewood. It"s in King"s Bench Walk, isn"t it?" And he took the time-table from d.i.c.k Hazlewood"s hand.
THE END