But--have you got your notes of the compass-bearings ?" "The book is in my overcoat pocket with the board.

I will fetch them." I went into the office, where our coats hung, and brought back the notebook with the little board to which it was still attached by the rubber band.

Thorndyke took them from me, and, opening the book, ran his eye quickly down one page after another.

Suddenly he glanced at the clock.
"It is a little late to begin," said he, "but these notes look rather alluring.

I am inclined to plot them out at once.