'I said it all along. I told you what would come of it! I knew that fellow was haunting her like a shadow. Well, we'll see how a shadow likes being locked up on bread and water. Oh, it's no use your protesting, Nan; I will let the law take its course. We'll see how he likes that. "Stone walls do not a prison make"--that's what love-sick fellows say; don't they? Wait a bit. Mr. Jack Hanbury will find that stone walls make a very good imitation of a prison, at all events----' 'But, Tom--dear Tom,' Nan pleaded, 'it is no use making matters worse. Let us try to make them better. If Madge is married, it can't be helped now. We must make the best of it----' He paid no attention to her; he was still staring at the ill-written letter. 'That's all gammon about their going to France. He hasn't money for travelling. She spent all hers in nick-nacks--to propitiate people, the sneak! They're in London.' He looked at his watch. 'I can just catch the 5.45 express. Nan, you go and tell the others; they needn't squawk about it all over Brighton.' 'What are you going to do, Tom?' said his sister, breathlessly. 'Find out where they are first. Then Colonel Fitzgerald and Mr. Mason must take it up. Then Mr. Jack Hanbury will suddenly find himself inside Millbank prison.' She caught him by the hand. 'Tom, is it wise?' she pleaded again. 'They are married. What is the use of revenge? You don't want to make your own sister miserable?----' 'She has brought it on herself,' he said, roughly. 'Then that is what I am to think of you,' she said, regarding him, 'that some day I may hear you talk in that way about me?' He never could resist the appeal of Nan's clear, faithful eyes. 'You wouldn't be such a fool,' he said. 'And they won't touch Madge. It's only that fellow they'll go for--the mean hound, to marry a girl for her money.' 'How do you know it was for her money, Tom?' Nan pleaded. 'I am certain they were fond of each other----' 'I don't want to miss my train,' said he. 'You go and tell the maternal I'm off to London. I suppose you don't know the address of Hanbury's father?' 'No, I don't.' 'Well, I'm off. Ta, ta!' So the irate Mr. Tom departed. But in the comparative silence of the Pullman car the fury of his rage began to abate; and it dawned upon him that, after all, Nan's counsel might have something in it. No doubt these two young fools--as he mentally termed them--were married by this time. He still clung to the idea that Jack Hanbury deserved punishment--a horsewhipping or something of the kind; but Madge was Madge. She was silly; and she had 'got into a hole;' still, she was Madge. She might be let off with a serious lecture on her folly and on her disregard of what she owed to the other members of the family. Only, the first thing was to find out their whereabouts.