He then went to the Railway, and wired certain leading tradesmen in Derby for provisions, salt and fresh, on a large scale, and for new tents. He had some old ones stored away in his own house. He also secured abundance of knives, forks, plates, buckets, pitchers, and jugs, and, in short, he opened a commissariat. He inquired for his son Walter, and why he was so late. He could learn nothing but that Walter had mounted a hunter and left word with Baker that he should not be home till eight o'clock. "John," said the Colonel, solemnly, "I am in great trouble, and Walter is in worse, I fear. Let nobody speak to him about this accident at the mine till he has seen me." * * * * * Walter Clifford rode to the Lake Hotel to inquire after the bracelet. The landlady told him she had sent her husband over with it that day. "Confound it," said Walter; "why, he won't know who to take it to." "Oh, it's all right, sir," said she. "My Sam won't give it to the wrong person, you may be sure." "How do I know that?" said Walter; "and, pray, who did you tell him to give it to?" "Why, to the lady as was here with you." "And how the deuce is he to find her? He does not know her name. It's a great pity you could not keep it till I came." "Well, sir, you was so long a-coming." "That's true," said Walter; "let us make the best of it. I shall feed my horse, and get home as quickly as I can." However, he knew he would be late, and thought he had better go straight home. He sent a telegram to Mary Bartley: "Landlord gone to you with bracelet;" and this he signed with the name of the landlady, but no address. He was afraid to say more, though he would have liked to put his wife upon her guard; but he trusted to her natural shrewdness. He mounted his horse and went straight home, but he was late for dinner, and that vexed him a little, for it was a matter Colonel Clifford was particular about. He dashed up to his bedroom and began to dress all in a hurry. John Baker came to him wearing a very extraordinary look, and after some hesitation said, "I would not change my clothes if I were you, Mr. Walter." "Oh," said Walter, "I am too late, you know; in for a penny, in for a pound." "But, sir," said old John, "the Colonel wants to speak to you in the drawing-room." Now Walter was excited with the events of the day, irritated by the affront his father had put upon him and Mary, strung up by hard riding, etc. He burst out, "Well, I shall not go to him; I have had enough of this--badgered and bullied, and my sweetheart affronted--and now I suppose I am to be lectured again; you say I am not well, and bring my dinner up here."