In this order they came into the station; and near the booking-office she stopped
She had stood there barely three minutes, when one of the railway policemen gazed at her earnestly, bounded up to her and cried, "Are you Lady Ricksborough—Lady Marion Ricksborough?"
"What business is it of yours?" said Pollyooly truculently. "Where's my maid—Hutton?"
"I beg pardon, your ladyship, but we've been 'untin' everywhere for your ladyship. If your ladyship will come to the superintendent's hoffices, you'll find your maid," said the policeman.
Pollyooly followed him haughtily.
As he entered the superintendent's office, he cried triumphantly, "I've found 'er! 'Ere she is!"
Clerks sprang from their desks and gathered round her. The superintendent himself leaped lithely out of an inner office and asked her where she had been.
"Looking at London," said Pollyooly curtly.
Seeing that for a long while she had not set eyes on any portion of the earth's surface, this was literally true.
The policeman was despatched to the north sta-
