CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE HATHERCLEUGH BUTLER The three of us went away from the bank manager's house struggling with the various moods peculiar to our individual characters--Mr.
Portlethorpe, being naturally a nervous man, given to despondency, was greatly upset, and manifested his emotions in sundry ejaculations of a dark nature; I, being young, was full of amazement at the news just given us and of the excitement of hunting down the man we knew as Sir Gilbert Carstairs.

But I am not sure that Mr.Lindsey struggled much with anything--he was cool and phlegmatic as usual, and immediately began to think of practical measures.
"Look here, Portlethorpe," he said, as soon as we were in the motor car which we had chartered from Newcastle station, "we've got to get going in this matter at once--straight away! We must be in Edinburgh as early as possible in the morning.

Be guided by me--come straight back to Berwick, stop the night with me at my house, and we'll be on our way to Edinburgh by the very first train--we can get there early, by the time the banks are open.

There's another reason why I want you to come--I've some documents that I wish you to see--documents that may have a very important bearing on this affair.

There's one in my pocket-book now, and you'll be astonished when you hear how it came into my possession.