Larkspur. "I'll pack a carpet-bag, leave it down stairs, take a
hackney coach to Bow Street, see my deputy, and arrange some matters
for him, and be ready one hour from this time, when you'll be so kind
as to call for me in a post-chaise--not forgetting to bring my carpet-
bag with you in the boot, if you please. And now you be so good as to
keep up your spirits, ma'am, like a Trojan--which I've heard the
Trojans had an uncommon hard time of it in their day. If the child is
to be found, Andrew Larkspur is the man to find her; and as to reward,
we won't talk about that, if you please, my lady. I may be a hard-
fisted one, but I'm not the individual to trade upon the feelings of a
mother that has lost her only child."
Having said this, Mr. Larkspur departed, and in less than two hours he
and Lady Eversleigh were seated in a post-chaise, behind four horses,
tearing along the road between London and Barnet.
And thus additional security attended the schemes of Victor Carrington.
CHAPTER XXXV.
LARKSPUR TO THE RESCUE.
The journey of Lady Eversleigh and her companion, the Bow Street
officer, was as rapid as the journey of Captain Copplestone. Along the
same northern road as that which he had travelled a few days before
flew the post-chaise containing the anguish-stricken mother and her
strange ally.
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