That was why they had shoved me into that mahogany
sitting-room. Andrew must be behind this. The besotted old
fool! My face burned with anger and humiliation.
I never knew before what it means to be really infuriated. I
could feel my brain tingle. The Professor in jail! The
gallant, chivalrous little man, penned up with hoboes and
sneak thieves suspected of being a crook... as if I couldn't
take care of myself! What did they think he was, anyway? A
kidnapper?
Instantly I decided I would hurry back to Port Vigor without
delay. If Andrew had had the Professor locked up, it could
only be on the charge of defrauding me. Certainly it couldn't
be for giving him a bloody nose on the road from Shelby. And
if I appeared to deny the charge, surely they would have to
let Mr. Mifflin go.
I believe I must have been talking to myself in Peg's
stall--at any rate, just at this moment the stableman appeared
and looked very bewildered when he saw me, with flushed face
and in obvious excitement, talking to the horse. I asked him
when was the next train to Port Vigor.
"Well, ma'am," he said, "they say that all the local trains is
held up till the wreck at Willdon's cleared away.
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