Then the little man paled.

“Good God, Mr. Carr, ’tis not he?”

Carstares caught up his hat and whip.

“Ay, Mr. Beauleigh, ’tis indeed he. Now perhaps you appreciate the necessity for haste?”

Mr. Beauleigh’s eyes were open at last.

“For God’s sake, Mr. Carr, after them!”

“ ’Tis what I intend, sir. You will follow as swiftly as possible?”