Pollyooly had not forgotten the Honourable John Ruffin's urgent instruction that she should wire him the time of the arrival of their train at Waterloo, and she learned from Mr.Wilkinson that it was three twenty-five.

When, therefore, they reached the post office, she made a sudden dash across the road into it.
Mr.Wilkinson and the detective bustled after her and found her writing the telegram.

It ran: I arrive at three twenty-five.

Pollyooly.
It puzzled them a little; and Mr.Wilkinson said: "Why do you telegraph to Mr.Ruffin ?" "Because he told me to," said Pollyooly.
"He told you to ?" said Mr.Wilkinson with a puzzled air.

"When did he tell you to ?" "The day before yesterday," said Pollyooly.
Mr.Wilkinson shook his head with a pained air.