on to every mind.

He would go at once. Mark had evidently gone to this place, Gross
Laufingen, with the idea of avoiding him--he would follow him there!
He lost no time in making inquiries, and soon learnt that Gross
Laufingen was about two hours' journey from Basle, and that by leaving
London next morning he would catch the fast train through from Calais
to Basle, and arrive there early on the following day. He made all
necessary arrangements for starting, and wrote to Caffyn to say that
he was going abroad, though he did not enter into further details, and
on receiving this letter Caffyn took the opportunity of gratifying
his malicious sense of humour by despatching (at considerable trouble
and expense to himself, for Wastwater is far enough from any telegraph
poles) the message Mark had received from little Max's hand on the
mount.

Vincent set out on his journey with a fierce impatience for the end,
when he would find himself face to face with this man whom he had
thought his friend, whose affectionate emotion had touched and cheered
him when they met at Plymouth, and who had been deliberately deceiving
him from the first.

All the night through he pictured the meeting to himself, with a stern
joy at the thought of seeing Mark's handsome false face change with
terror at the sight of him--would he beg for mercy, or try to defend
himself? would he dare to persist in his fraud? At the bare thought of
this last possibility a wave of mad passion swept over his brain--he
felt that in such a case he could not answer for what he might say or
do.

But with the morning calmer thoughts came: he did not want
revenge--only justice. Mark should restore everything in full--it was
his own fault if he had placed himself in such a position that he
could not do that without confessing his own infamy. If there was any
way of recovering his own and sparing Mark to some extent in the eyes
of the world, he would agree to it for the sake of their old
friendship, which had been strong and sincere on his own side at
least; but no sentimental considerations should stand between him and
his right.

Basle was reached in the early morning, and the pretty city was
flushed with rose, and the newly risen sun was sparkling on the
variegated roofs and cupolas as he drove across the bridge to the
Baden station. He felt jaded and ill after a journey in which he had
slept but little, and, finding that he would not be able to go on to
Laufingen