They reached the solicitor's office at about
half-past five. Lord Polperro entered only to return with a face of
disappointment.
"He has gone. No one there but a clerk--no use."
"Couldn't you find him at his private address?" asked Gammon.
"Private address? to be sure! I'll go in again and ask for it."
Mr. Cuthbertson lived at Streatham.
"I tell you what," said Lord Polperro, whose mind seemed to be
invigorated by his activity, "we'll go to Streatham, but first of
all we must have something to eat. The fact is, I had no lunch; I
begin to feel rather faint."
He bade the cabman drive to any restaurant not far away. There the
vehicle was dismissed, and they sat down to a meal. Gammon as usual
ate heartily. Lord Polperro pretended to do the same but in reality
swallowed only a few mouthfuls, and gave his more serious attention
to the wine. Every few minutes he assured his companion in a whisper
that he would feel quite at ease when he had seen Cuthbertson.
They looked out the trains to Streatham, and left just in time to
catch one.
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