want to be bothered with work. But Tom--he's the little jockey dad got
a place for as train-boy--met him on the express and learned that the
colonel was the great detective. Then Tom came and told me when he
read of your--of your--"

"Oh, say _arrest_, Amy! I'm getting hardened to it by now."

"Well, then, your--arrest. I hate the word! Tom came and told me and
said we must get Colonel Brentnall at once. That was the name he used,
but, now he has consented to take your case, he's Colonel Ashley again."

"And what am I to do, Amy?"

"Just what he tells you--nothing more or less. Tell him everything
from the beginning to the end. All about your quarrel with Mrs.
Darcy--I read in the papers you had one. Was that so?"

"Yes, and, I am sorry to say, it was partly about you."

"I don't mind, Jimmie boy. I know it couldn't have been very bad."

"It wasn't. She--well, she sneered at you for thinking of marrying
me--a poor man--and--"

"As if money counted, Jimmie boy!" cried the girl fondly.

"I know. But it angered me, I admit. However, nothing more came of
that. And as for her finding fault with me about my electric lathe,
and about the money she owed me--well, that was a sort of periodic
disagreement."