"He has no tent that I seen," said Doyle. "But I'll tell you what happened. As soon as ever he'd finished cursing Sabina he said the car was to come round, because he was going off out. Well, it came; for I was in the yard myself, as I told you this minute, and I seen to it that it came round in double quick time, hoping that maybe I'd pacify him that way." "With my cushions on it?" said the Major. "He took no notice of the cushions. In the temper he was in at the time he wouldn't have said a civil word if you'd set him down on cushions stuffed full of golden sovereigns. He just took a lep on to the car--I was watching him from round the corner of the yard gate to see how he would conduct himself--and--" "Wait a minute," said Meldon. "Had he his luggage with him?" "He had not." "Well then he can't have been going to the train." "He was not. But--" "Had he his rod?" "He had not. But--" "He'd hardly have gone fishing without his rod, however bad his temper was. I wonder now where on earth he did go." "It's what I'm trying to tell you," said Doyle, "if you'd let me speak." "If you know where he went," said Meldon, "say so at once. What's the use of leaving me to waste time and energy trying to discover by inductive reasoning a thing that you know perfectly well all the time?" "It's what I'm trying to do is to tell you." "Stop trying then," said Meldon, "and do it." "He took a lep on the car," said Doyle, "the same as it might be a man that was in a mighty hurry to be off, and says he to the driver, 'Is there a place here called Ballymoy House?' 'There is, of course,' said Patsy Flaherty, for it was him that was driving the car." "Ballymoy House!" said Meldon. "Nonsense. He couldn't have asked for Ballymoy House." "It's what he said. And what's more: 'Is it there that a young lady stops by the name of Miss King?' said he. 'It is,' said Patsy Flaherty, 'and a fine young lady she is, thanks be to God.' 'Then drive there,' says he, 'as fast as ever you can go, and if you have such a thing as a bottle of paraffin oil in the well of the car,' says he, 'throw it out before you start.' Well, of course, there was no oil in the car. Why would there?" "If Mr. Meldon had seen Patsy Flaherty last night," said the Major, "there probably would have been." "Do you mean to say," said Meldon, "that he drove straight off to see Miss King?" "It's where he told the driver to go, any way," said Doyle, "and it's there he went without he changed his mind on the way. What I was thinking was that maybe he's acquainted with Miss King." "He is," said Meldon. "I know that. I don't believe that he's ever spoken to her except in public, but he certainly knows who she is." "What I'm thinking," said Doyle, "is that he intended asking if he might go up to the big house and stay there along with her for such time as he might be in Ballymoy."