They wanted a fly to take them and their luggage on somewhere--I can't for the life of me remember the name of the place--but it was a ten-mile drive, and it was a farm--_that_ I could swear to--Something Farm.

If it had been a place I'd known, I think I should have remembered the name." "Can I see the man who drove them ?" Gilbert asked quickly.
"The young man that drove them, sir, has left me, and has left these parts a month come next Tuesday.

Where he has gone is more than I can tell you.

He was very good with horses; but he turned out badly, cheated me up hill and down dale, as you may say--though what hills and dales have got to do with it is more than I can tell--and I was obliged to get rid of him." "That's provoking.

But if the people I want are anywhere within ten miles of this place, I don't suppose I should be long finding them.