That has turned up at Murford
Haven, thirty miles from here; though how the man who stole Miss
Eversleigh can have got there without leaving a single trace behind him
is more than I can understand."
"At Murford Haven!--my darling has been taken to Murford Haven!" cried
Honoria.
"So I conclude, my lady, by the coverlet turning up there," replied Mr.
Larkspur. "I told you the handbills would do the trick. Murford Haven
is a large manufacturing town, and the sort of place a man who wanted
to keep himself out of sight of the police might be likely enough to
choose. Now, with your leave, my lady, I'll be off to Murford Haven as
soon as I can have a post-chaise got ready for me."
"And I will go with you," exclaimed Lady Eversleigh; "I shall feel as
if I were nearer my child if I go to the town where you hope to find
the clue to her hiding-place."
"I, too, will accompany you," said Captain Copplestone.
"Begging you pardon, sir," remonstrated Mr. Larkspur, "if three of us
go, and one of those three a lady, we might attract attention, even in
such a busy place as Murford Haven. And if those that have got little
missy should hear of it, they'd smell a rat. No, my lady, you let me go
alone. I'm used to this sort of work, and you ain't, and the captain
ain't either. I can slip about on the quiet anywhere like an eel; and
I've got the eye to see whatever is to be seen, and the ear to pick up
every syllable that's to be heard.
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