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THE RIDE TO NORBITON
As he was entering the vehicle Northcote came
to his side.
"Good night," said Mr. Whitcomb. "In the morning, perhaps, when you see things a bit clearer you will think better of this. In fact I am sure of it; and I hope you will not forget to send round the brief."
Before he could close the door of the hansom, the young man had joined him in its interior.
"I hope you don't mind my coming with you," he said, entirely at his ease. "This matter is far too momentous for all concerned to be left in the unsatisfactory stage at which it has now arrived."
"This fellow is the devil," muttered the solicitor, suppressing a groan.
"Where, sir?" said the cabman through the hole in the roof.
"Norbiton."
"Norbiton! Not to-night, sir; the 'oss is tired."
"Take me to Norbiton," said the solicitor sharply, "and never mind about your horse."
"Very sorry, guv'nor—"
"Well, if you can afford to lose a sovereign—"
The cabman's head disappeared immediately, and the horse started on its journey at a good round pace.
"These cabmen are the greatest robbers in Eu-
