"I'll go myself to the nearest chemist, and he shall give me the very strongest stuff he's got.

Good-by, and don't you stir till I come back--for your own sake.

I'll go this minute, and I'll ride like hell!" And if ever two men were glad to be rid of each other, they were this young villain and myself.
But what was his villany?
It was little enough that I had overheard at the window, and still less that poor Eva had told me in her hurried lines.

All I saw clearly was that the Lady Jermyn and some hundred souls had perished by the foulest of foul play; that, besides Eva and myself, only the incendiaries had escaped; that somehow these wretches had made a second escape from the gig, leaving dead men and word of their own death behind them in the boat.

And here the motive was as much a mystery to me as the means; but, in my present state, both were also matters of supreme indifference.