Not a sign of
impatience escaped him until the time drew near for the departure of the
early coach. Then the captain's curly lips began to twitch with anxiety,
and the captain's restless fingers beat the devil's tattoo unremittingly
on the window-pane.
The coach appeared at last, and drew up at Sea View. In a minute
more, Captain Wragge's own observation informed him that one among the
passengers who left Aldborough that morning was--Mrs. Lecount.
The main uncertainty disposed of, a serious question--suggested by
the events of the morning--still remained to be solved. Which was the
destined end of Mrs. Lecount's journey--Zurich or St. Crux? That she
would certainly inform her master of Mrs. Wragge's ghost story, and of
every other disclosure in relation to names and places which might have
escaped Mrs. Wragge's lips, was beyond all doubt. But of the two ways at
her disposal of doing the mischief--either personally or by letter--it
was vitally important to the captain to know which she had chosen. If
she had gone to the admiral's, no choice would be left him but to follow
the coach, to catch the train by which she traveled, and to outstrip her
afterward on the drive from the station in Essex to St.
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