seemed to care whether I caught the Calais boat or not. That, under the unusual circumstances, the steamer would probably wait did not occur to me. Nor did I perceive that there was no real necessity for me to catch the steamer. I might just as well have spent the night at the Lord Warden, and proceeded on my journey in the morning. But no! I must hurry away instantly!

Then I thought of the jewel-box.

“Where’s my jewel-box?” I demanded vehemently from the guard, as though he had stolen it.

He turned to me.

“What’s that you’re carrying?” he replied.

All the time I had been carrying the jewel-box. At the moment of the collision I must have