haffey doesn't really know anything. Still, we must make
him understand that we won't stand this kind of thing. What do you
propose to do?"

"Why, follow him, of course. He can't be far away. He is sure to have
gone to some pothouse. He went down the London Road, and the best thing
is to go after him at once. Let us take the car and make excuses that we
shan't be back in time for dinner. You think I am making much ado about
nothing. But my nerves are not what they used to be. Come along."

Foster made no objection. In truth he was almost as uneasy as his
employer. By and by they were rolling along the road in a car, stopping
under some pretext or other at every public-house. They came presently
to a small place where they heard news of the man they were after. He
had left a short time before; in fact, he had been violently ejected,
because he had no money to pay for the drink he had consumed. Half a
mile farther on the motorists espied a shadowy outline staggering down
the middle of the road and lurching from side to side, singing as he
went.

"That's the man," Foster whispered. "Stop the car and I'll get out and
tackle him."

The tramp paused when he found himself within the radius of the powerful
lights. He stood trying to collect his scattered senses, until, finally,
he got some hazy idea of whom he was talking to. His face grew hard and
sullen, and he looked none the better for a swollen eye and a cut
forehead.

"Oh, it's you, is it?" he said. "This is a nice way to treat a
gentleman. Here am I, miles away from my happy home and not a penny in
my pocket."

"What are you doing here?" Foster asked.

"That, sir," said the tramp with great dignity, "is my business. I have
private occupations of which you know nothing. You are taking advantage
of my poverty. Don't forget that I was in as good a position as yourself
at one time."

"You might easily be better," Foster said contemptuously. "Still, you
haven't told me what brings you here, and why you made a disturbance at
Seton Manor."

"I was at the Lington Meeting," Chaffey answered. "I lost all I had and
was tramping back to London when I recollected that Mr. Copley lived
close by. I thought I would borrow a pound or two from him, and that's
why I called. It would have been all right but for those stable men.
Would you care to be treated like a dog? I lost my temper. You'd have
lost yours if you had been in my place. And that's all about it. I don't
want to