He meant which of the passengers. As he looked hard at us in rotation, especially at the guard and station-master, who had not been in the carriage, the lady gave a shriek, and threw the dog into the middle of the room. "I see it all," she said, faintly. "He has a habit of snatching at things with his mouth. He must have snatched the case out of your pocket, sir, and dropped it from the window. You will find it in the tunnel." "Who has?" asked the lunatic, while the Squire stared in wonder. "My poor little Wasp. Ah, villain! beast! it is he that has done all this mischief." "He might have taken the pocket-book," I said, thinking it time to speak, "but he could not have dropped it out, for I put the window up as we went into the tunnel." It seemed a nonplus for her, and her face fell again. "There was the other window," she said in a minute. "He might have dropped it there. I heard his bark quite close to it." "_I_ pulled up that window, madam," said the lunatic. "If the dog did take it out of the pocket it may be in the carriage now." The guard rushed out to search it; the Squire followed, but the station-master remained where he was, and closed the door after them. A thought came over me that he was stopping to keep the two passengers in view. No; the pocket-book could not be found in the carriage. As they came back, the Squire was asking the guard if he knew who the nobleman was who had got out at the last station with his servant. But the guard did not know. "He said they knew him on the line." "Very likely, sir. I have not been on this line above a month or two." "Well, this is an unpleasant affair," said the lunatic impatiently; "and the question is--What's to be done? It appears pretty evident that your pocket-book was taken in the carriage, sir. Of the four passengers, I suppose the one who left us at the last station must be held exempt from suspicion, being a nobleman. Another got out here, and has disappeared; the other two are present. I propose that we should both be searched." "I'm sure I am quite willing," said the lady, and she got up at once. I think the Squire was about to disclaim any wish so to act; but the lunatic was resolute, and the station-master agreed with him. There was no time to be lost, for the train was ready to start again, her time being up, and the lunatic was turned out. The lady went into another room with two women, called by the station-master, and _she_ was turned out. Neither of them had the pocket-book. "Here's my card, sir," said the lunatic, handing one to Mr. Todhetley. "You know my name, I dare say. If I can be of any future assistance to you in this matter, you may command me." "Bless my heart!" cried the Squire, as he read the name on the card. "How could you allow yourself to be searched, sir?"