"Well!" he sighed to himself with satisfaction as he broke his eggs. "If even Mr. Dunneston and the police are reassured about me now, I certainly haven't much of an excuse to take Mrs. Varris's protection into Cornwall. But if even the English are sure about me now, I won't need an excuse to go!"
He looked at his watch impatiently. It was still more than an hour before he could hope to meet the Varrises. So after finishing breakfast, he had to wait restlessly about the hotel. But at last he went down to the railroad station where the Cornwall Express was waiting.
"Mr. Preston!" the Varrises greeted him from their reserved compartment as we went out to the train. "We are very glad! You will put your things in here?"
"It was a terrible thing. I am told that the police have found no trace of Mr. Hareston yet," Mrs. Varris closed the few comments upon the night's crime a moment later. "But if there must be some favorable feature for some one in everything, let us be glad that this
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