So, what with sitting and studying and backward and forward journeying, and educating Jane, and practising the accomplishments of a prince, and sleeping the long sound sleep of a tired youngster, Paul had no time to think of evil.

He was far too much absorbed in himself.
Meanwhile, of Bludston not a sign.

For all that he had heard of search being made for him, he might have been a runaway kitten.

Sometimes he wondered what steps the Buttons had taken in order to find him.

If they had communicated with the police, surely, at some stage of their journey, Barney Bill would have been held up and questioned.