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We were at our proper distance from the essence of things, and though infinity is something one yearns for passionately, one's normal condition has its meed of comfort. I remember once hearing a man in a Government office say that the pleasantest moment of his annual holiday was when his train rolled back into Paddington Station. And he was a man, too, of a naturally lazy disposition.
The mail, too, brought us missives of varying import from persons who had read the article, one of which was a polite letter from Francis Paddington, a Wall Street broker, whose name I had heard frequently during my American travels. "It was not stated," said he, referring to the newspaper article, "whether or not any of Signor Lanion's paintings are for sale.
'Tis so easy to get from London to Bath, by merely stepping into a railway carriage which takes you smoothly without a stop in two short hours from Paddington, that I was amazed at myself in having allowed five full years to pass since my previous visit. The question was much in my mind as I strolled about noting the old-remembered names of streets and squares and crescents.
And I can't think what's happened it's all so unlike his habits." "He didn't tell you where he was going?" asked Purdie. "No, sir, but he went on foot," answered the butler. "I let him out he turned up Paddington way." "You didn't notice anything out of the common about him?" suggested Purdie. The butler hesitated for a moment. "Well, sir," he said at last, "I did notice something.
And I read enough to know that I'd best get here as quick as possible! so I left all my business there and then, and caught the very next express to Paddington. And here I am! And now have you heard anything of my brother Stephen more than what's in the papers? I've seen today's, on the way up." "Nothing!" answered the chief official. "Nothing at all!
"In the first place," said she, "I am heartily glad now I have got you away from that cottage that was not fit to live in; and from certain folks that shall be nameless, that would have one live all one's life like scrubs, like themselves. You must know that when we get to Paddington, the first thing I shall do shall be to buy a handsome coach."
Mark Paddington, the detective, had been in frequent communication with each of their employers. When the young women had concluded their reports and gone, Blaine telephoned at once to Guy Morrow, his right-hand operative, and instructed him to watch for Paddington's appearance in the neighborhood of the little house in the Bronx, where they had located Brunell, the one-time forger.
It was, therefore, arranged that Mrs. Burton should go to the Paddington Station to meet her sister-in-law. She therefore would have the first word with Florence, and the earliest opportunity of impressing the new-comer with her own ideas. "Of course, you must say something to her of this man," said her husband, "but the less you say the better. After all, she must be left to judge for herself."
"'Aven't I just bin sayin' so?" aggressively. "That's just 'ow it stands. She won't go." He ignored Nan's exclamation of dismay and renewed his investigation of the engine. "No," he said at last, straightening himself. "I cawn't get you to Paddington or anyw'ere else for the matter o' that!" He spoke with a stubborn unconcern that was simply maddening. "Then get me another taxi quick!" said Nan.
"You can leave at this unearthly hour if you wish, and travel with us as far as Paddington." I nodded, and went after my great-coat. Of course I had not the slightest intention of leaving them at Paddington; but I felt that the time had not arrived to say so. "Here comes the dog-cart," said Charles, as I returned. Ralph was already on his feet.
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