But Borkins either did not realize that the eight-o'clock train for
London was a slow one, or though that it was the most convenient for the
two gentlemen most interested, because he did not give a thought to the
matter that that particular train stopped at the next station, some three
miles away from Fetchworth. And even if he had and could have seen the
two tough-looking sailormen who descended from the first-class
compartment there and stepped on to the tiny platform among one or two
others, he would never have dreamed of associating them with the Mr.
Headland and his man Dollops who had such a short time ago left the
Towers for London.
Which is just as well, as it happened, for it was with Borkins that Cleek
and Dollops were most concerned. Upon the probability of their friendship
with the butler hung the chance of their getting work. They had left Mr.
Narkom to go up to London and keep his eyes open for any clues in the
bank robberies case, and had promised to report to him as soon as
possible, if there were anything to be gleaned at the factory.
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