"About here?" exclaimed Lady Riversreade.
"No, my lady," answered Chillam. "In London. It's this way, my lady--me and my missis, we've a grown-up daughter what's in service in London--Grosvenor Gardens. Now and again we go up to see her, and stop a night or two close by. And of course we take a look round. Now I've seen that man two or three times about Victoria Station way--I knew him at once when I saw him this morning, and----"
"Just tell us what he's like, will you?" interrupted Penteney. "As near as you can."
"Well, sir, I ain't good at that, but he's a tall, good-looking, smart-dressed gentleman, with a beard and moustache--taller nor what you and that other gentleman is, sir. I seen him in Victoria Street--mebbe it was his height made me notice him."
"And you're sure that was the man you saw in the car this morning?"
"Make no doubt on it, sir! I'm as certain as that I see yourself. Oh, yes!"
"The second man in the car? Did you notice him? Can you remember him?"
"I remember that he was a white-faced chap," he said at last. "Wore a top-hat, silk."
When Chillam had gone away, Hetherwick turned to his companions.
"That sounds like Ambrose, for one man, and Baseverie for the other," he said. "What devilry are they up to now? Penteney--we must get back to London!"
It was an hour later when they pulled up at Matherfield's head-quarters and went in to find him. Matherfield, brought to them after some search, rubbed his hands at sight of them.
"Come at the right moment!" he exclaimed, "I've got news--of Ambrose!"
Matherfield evidently expected his visitors to show deep interest, if not passive enthusiasm, in respect of this announcement, and he stared wonderingly on seeing that their faces showed nothing but gloom and concern.
"But you--you look as if you'd had bad news!" he exclaimed. "Something gone wrong?"
"I forgot that we might have telephoned you from Riversreade Court," replied Hetherwick, suddenly realising that Matherfield seemed to know nothing of the day's happening. "But I thought the Dorking police would do that. Gone wrong!--yes, and it may have to do with Ambrose--we've heard news that seems to fit in with him. But it's this," he went on to give Matherfield a brief account of the day's events. "There you are!" he concluded. "I've no doubt whatever that Baseverie and Ambrose are in at this--kidnapping in broad daylight. Matherfield, you've got to find them!"