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Rh wished the whole affair to be kept as quiet as possible.

Then he had nothing else to do but to get forward. He did not think of looking to see, or of inquiring when the next boat left. Queenstown was the point nearest to America, and, by the Irish mail that night, he started for Cork.

It was not until he had been six hours plunging through the Atlantic toward the New World, in the huge ocean steamer, that he remembered he had sent no word to Guernsey. But he dismissed the omission from his mind as a matter of no moment; "for," thought he, "all the messages in the world would not serve my poor girl as she now is, and I am going to fetch the elixir of life for her—our Ronny's voice."

At the moment that Lord Francis was soothing his mind, and cheering his way with this encouraging reflection. Inspector Brown, of Scotland Yard, was writing to him, as follows: