CHAPTER V.Mrs.Haller at Home.
Without slackening her pace, Rebecca the mare galloped on to Baymouth, where Pen put her up at the inn stables, and ran straightway to Mr.
Foker's lodgings, which he knew from the direction given to him by that gentleman on the previous day.

On reaching these apartments, which were over a chemist's shop whose stock of cigars and sodawater went off rapidly by the kind patronage of his young inmates, Pen only found Mr.
Spavin, Foker's friend, and part owner of the tandem which the latter had driven into Chatteris, who was smoking, and teaching a little dog, a friend of his, tricks with a bit of biscuit.
Pen's healthy red face, fresh from the gallop, compared oddly with the waxy debauched little features of Foker's chum; the latter remarked it.
"Who's that man ?" he thought, "he looks as fresh as a bean.

His hand don't shake of a morning, I'd bet five to one." Foker had not come home at all.

Here was a disappointment!--Mr.Spavin could not say when his friend would return.

Sometimes he stopped a day, sometimes a week.