Mr. Larkspur--or Mr. Andrews--presented himself before Lady Eversleigh
a few minutes after he received her message. He found her pacing the
room in a fever of excitement.
"Good gracious me, ma'am!" he exclaimed; "is there anything amiss?"
"Yes," she answered, handing him the letter.
Mr. Larkspur read the letter to the end, and then read it again.
"This is a bad job," he said, calmly; "what's to be done now?"
"You must accompany me to Raynham Castle--you must help me to find my
child!" cried Honoria, in wild excitement. "You are better now, Mr.
Larkspur, you can bear the journey? For Heaven's sake, do not say you
cannot aid me. You must come with me, Andrew Larkspur. I do not offer
to bribe you--I say you must come! Bring me my darling safe to my
arms, and you may name your own reward for that priceless service."
"No, no," said Mr. Larkspur; "I don't say _that_. I am well enough, so
far as that goes, but how about our little schemes in London?"
"Never mind them--never think of them! What are they to me now?"
"Very well, my lady," answered Mr. Larkspur; "if it must be so, it must
be. I must turn my back upon the neatest business that ever a Bow
Street officer handled, just as it's getting most interesting to a
well-regulated mind."
"And you'll come with me at once?"
"Give me one hour to make my plans, ma'am, and I'm your man," replied
Mr.
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