ADVENTURE AT THE CASTLE 49 



castle — and now we are going back to Cloyne. 

 Then I have to go on to a place called Drumgool, 

 which is fifteen miles from Cloyne." 



" To-night? " said Mr Dashwood, looking in 

 astonishment at the wanderer, 



" I don't know," said the girl, with a touch of 

 hopelessness in her voice. " I expect they'll 

 have to tie me on to the car, for I feel dropping off 

 now — no thanks, I can manage to hold on by my- 

 seK; I was speaking metaphorically." 



Mr Dashwood said nothing for a few minutes. 

 There was a mystery about Miss Grimshaw that 

 he could not unravel and which she could not 

 explain. 



Then he said, " We've both been travelling 

 round the country, seems to me, and we're both 

 pretty tired and we've met like this — fiumy, isn't 

 it? " 



" Awfully," said Miss Grimshaw, trying to stifle 

 a yawn. 



" Do I bore you talking? " 



" Not a bit." 



" That's all right. I know you must be tired, 

 but then, you see, you can't go to sleep on an out- 

 side car, so one may as well talk. How far are we 

 from Cloyne now? " to Moriarty. 



" Nine miles, sorr." 



" Good. I say, you said this car belonged to a 

 Mr French. I met a Mr French six months ago 

 in London — a Mr Michael French." 



" That's him, sorr." 



