Good-bye, Simpkins.

We'll see you both at Portsmouth Lodge at ten to-morrow morning." "I suppose, J.J.," said the Major, when Meldon, reaching the highroad, slackened his pace--"I suppose that I'm being hustled about like this so that Simpkins can have Miss King all to himself, but--" "Exactly," said Meldon.

"I may tell you, Major, that I now look upon Simpkins as practically a dead man.

I don't see how he can possibly escape." "What I was going to say," said the Major, "is that I think you are mistaken about Miss King.

She doesn't seem to me the least like a criminal." "Of course not.