"And what steps have you taken?"
"Well, sir, to begin with, we have given orders for a thorough search throughout the city and suburbs for the tutor and the sham nobleman, at the same time more men are out looking for the real Lord Beckenham. We are also having a thorough search made for your coach man, who was supposed to have driven Miss Wetherell away from Government House, and also for the carriage, which is certain to be found before very long."
He had hardly finished speaking before there was another loud ring at the bell, and presently the butler again entered the room. Crossing to Mr. Wetherell, he said—
"Two policemen are at the front door, and they have brought Thompson home, sir."
"Ah! We are likely to have a little light thrown upon the matter now. Let them bring him up here instantly."
"He's not in a very nice state, sir."
"Never mind that. Let them bring him up here, I say, and that instantly!"
Again the butler departed, and a few moments later heavy footsteps ascended the stairs and approached the study door. Then two stalwart policemen entered the room supporting between them a miserable figure in coachman's livery. His hat and coat were gone and his breeches were stained with mud, while a large bruise totally obscured his left eye. His master surveyed him with unmitigated disgust.
"Stand him over there opposite me," said Mr. Wetherell, pointing to the side of the room furthest from the door.
The policemen did as they were ordered, while the man groaned.
