"Yes. But are you not counting too much on Silwood's being at St. Paul? You don't really know he is there at all." "I trust I'm not. My opinion is that Silwood was sure of the working of his scheme; so much so, he took no trouble to cover up his movements. When he said he was going to St. Paul, I imagine he stated the truth. Still, I may be wrong. But I shall soon know." "You think he was so confident he had obliterated the past, so to speak, that he took no further precautions?" "That's just my idea. Anyhow, I wish you would inquire about steamers, and secure a berth for me on the first one that goes out. Meanwhile I'll go over to Ivydene." "All right," said Ernest, and went across to the office in Lincoln's Inn. There he rang up the shipping companies on the telephone, and finally arranged for a passage on the _St. Louis_, which was leaving Southampton next morning. He remembered it was the _St. Louis_ by which Morris Thornton had returned to England, and it struck him as of good augury that his brother should sail on it in pursuit of Silwood, who had so marred the fortunes of Thornton and them all. The brothers met again late in the afternoon, and Ernest told Gilbert that he had taken a berth for him in this vessel, and, as it sailed on the morrow about noon, he must at once make preparations for leaving. "I am very glad that I start so soon," remarked Gilbert. "I feel as if I must be moving and doing something towards getting on Silwood's track. When I saw poor father, I longed with all my soul to slay this man, this villain, who has wrought us such terrible wrong, such irremediable mischief. I know now how a murderer must feel--though to kill such a miscreant as Silwood would not be murder; it would be like killing some poisonous reptile." "I understand your feelings," said Ernest; "but if you meet him you must not give way to your anger, just though it is. You must not forget that it is the money----" "You may be sure I won't forget it," interrupted Gilbert. "But it made my blood fairly boil when I saw father, and heard his parrot-like cry of 'What o'clock is it?' He did not know me at all; he does not even know mother. It's frightfully sad for her, poor dear. And we owe this whole trouble to that devil, Silwood! It makes me savage to think of it!" "Yes, it's hard to bear. Now, is there anything more I can do for you? Any matter to attend to?" "You might see the detective, and tell him I have gone to New York, where I shall look up his correspondent." "He had better cable across that you are going--that will prepare the way for you." "Quite right," agreed Gilbert. "Are you coming to see me off to-morrow morning?" "From Waterloo? Yes. Did you say anything to mother about going to America?" "Yes, I told her of it. She was surprised; but I assured her I had no option, but hoped to bring back good news." "Pray Heaven you may!" "Has anything further been done in the case of Bennet?" asked Gilbert, after a minute's silence.