What had he been doing--anything wrong? He seemed
to me to be rather scared-like."
"Which way did he go, sir?"
"I think he made for that great house, sir."
"Come on," said the deputy, and he followed this treacherous indication,
hot in pursuit.
Monckton lost no time. He took off twenty years, and reached the Dun Cow
as an old acquaintance. He hired the one vehicle the establishment
possessed, and was off like a shot to Derby; thence he dispatched a note
to his lodgings to say he was suddenly called to town, but should be back
in a week. Not that he ever intended to show his face in that
neighborhood again.
Nevertheless events occasioned that stopped both his flight and
Bartley's, and yet broke up their unholy alliance.
It was Hope's final inspection of the Bartley mine, and he took things in
order. Months ago a second shaft had been sunk by his wise instructions,
and but for Bartley's parsimony would have been now completed. Hope now
ascertained how many feet it was short, and noted this down for Bartley.
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