"Oh, your Grace! I beg your Grace’s pardon, but, of course, you are," gasped Miss Mackarness. "And I am going to Upwell now to see my niece." Miss Mackarness gasped again and could not speak. "To see Mrs. Bramwell, you know," said Titania, sweetly. "Of course, _I_ know all about it, Miss Mackarness." "To be sure, your Grace," replied her victim, not knowing what to do or say. "Then _good_-bye," said the duchess. "I hope you will enjoy your walk, Miss Mackarness. It’s such pleasant weather for a walk." They left the poor woman in the middle of the road, an easy victim to the slowest vehicle in the county. "Oh, I’ve done wrong, I know!" said Pen’s housekeeper. "What shall I do now?" "I said that on purpose," said Titania, viciously. "She has known all along, and ought to have told me. But now we know all about it, Augustin!" "What about ’Mr. Bramwell’?" asked Augustin. Goby and De Vere turned pale, and the duchess threw up her hands. "I might have asked her!" she cried. "Captain Goby looked at her severely," said Augustin, "and so did De Vere." Goby and De Vere denied it. "Never mind," said the duchess, "this time she can’t escape. We are on the track." They passed a man a few miles farther on, and only Augustin noticed him. "You are right, Titania; we are certainly on the track. That man was Timothy Bunting," he said. "Pen has been shedding her retainers all along the road. I suspect Bob of furious driving." A few miles farther, at the foot of a steep rise, they saw a young and pretty woman weeping on a heap of stones. "I wonder if that is another of ’em," said Augustin. It was Mary, whom Geordie had deposited on the road half-way between two villages. "Have two motor-cars gone this way?" asked Bradstock. "Yes, sir," sobbed Mary. "Why are you crying?" asked the sympathetic peer. "Because Geordie Smith is no gentleman," said Mary. "That’s Mrs. Bramwell’s driver, isn’t it? I know her well," said Bradstock. "Yes, it is, and he ain’t a gentleman. He drove so fast he frightened me, and I got out." "How sad," said Bradstock. "We are going on to Upwell Castle now. Can we help you?" "I would rather walk to Australia than get in another one of ’em," said Mary. "You are right," said Augustin. "Titania, you are right. In half an hour we shall see Penelope." "And I shall see Bob," said Titania, viciously. But the bishop felt rather pleased with Bob now. He was in a car driven by Rivaulx. And Rivaulx was desperate. And when Rivaulx was desperate he lacked consideration for others. *CHAPTER XXVIII.*