Once more in the sunlight--and safe! That was the great point. And safe! He called a cab, a four-wheeler, and looked the driver straight in the face; then laughed, and directed the man to drive him to the railway station. CHAPTER V. MISER FAREBROTHER THREATENS JEREMIAH. He usually travelled third-class to Beddington, but on this occasion he took a first-class ticket. To this piece of extravagance he was impelled by two reasons. He wished to be alone, and the first-class carriages were nearly always empty at this time of the day. Then, in the position in which he found himself--brought about partly by his own folly, but chiefly by the treachery of Captain Ablewhite--it mattered little how much he spent. What were pounds, shillings, and pence in comparison with his safety? He had worked himself into the belief that not only his liberty, but his life, was in peril. The three first-class carriages in the train were unoccupied, and he got into one, and closed the door. No other passenger entered the carriage, and he travelled to Parksides alone. He read again the newspaper article upon the diamond bracelet, and his feelings became more bitter and revengeful. The visions which had haunted him in Miser Farebrother's office reappeared. The words he was reading were printed in letters of blood; his eyes became blurred, and he wiped them with his handkerchief. The blood-shadows were on the handkerchief as he looked at it; the stains spread to his hands, as though they had just been employed upon a ruthless deed; the compartment in which he sat was throbbing with a silent life and death struggle, from which he emerged triumphant and free. He was aroused by the stopping of the train at Beddington. He jumped out, with the account-books in his hands, and gazed defiantly around. No one challenged or accosted him, and he walked through the village toward Parksides. He heard a voice calling to him: "Jeremiah! Jeremiah!" The currents of his blood seemed to be suddenly arrested. Was he so soon discovered? Were they after him already? "Jeremiah! Jeremiah!" His mother, panting, laid her hand upon his shoulder. He shook her off violently, and was about to fly when he recognized her. "How fast you walk, Jeremiah!" He glared at her, and raised his hand with the intention of striking her, but she caught his arm and prevented him. "Well, then!" he said, suddenly. "What do you come running after a fellow like that for? Just as if--" He did not finish the sentence. "Just as if what, Jeremiah?" asked Mrs. Pamflett. "Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies," he replied. "How is it that you're here instead of at Parksides?" "Miser Farebrother sent me with a message to the telegraph office." "A telegram!" he cried, all his fears reviving. "To whom?" "To you, telling you to come here without a moment's delay." "Oh, the old thief wants me?" "He wants you badly, Jeremiah!"