Now where could you possibly find a
quieter neighbourhood than this?"
"I don't see that you've proved your point, J. J. There are a lot of
other places for which you might start from Euston."
"Not so many quiet neighbourhoods. Think of where the London and
North-Western Railway runs. Lancashire! You wouldn't call Bolton a
quiet neighbourhood, I suppose. North Wales! You know what it is at
this season of the year, thick with holiday people. No. You may take
it for certain that if she left Euston she came to Ireland. Now all
English people head straight for the west as soon as they land in this
country, especially those who have any kind of a past that they are
anxious to keep dark. Dublin and Wicklow are just as thick with people
as England is. Nobody ever stops half-way across the country.
Besides, there wasn't another woman in the train with me who could
possibly have been Mrs. Lorimer."
Major Kent rose from his chair and knocked the ashes out of his pipe.
"I don't suppose, J. J., that it's any use telling you that you're
going to make an ass of yourself."
"Not a bit, because it isn't true. I'm going to proceed in the most
circumspect and cautious manner.
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