Finally gathering her courage, she stepped onto the train. It was here, hunched in a corner of a carriage, that Archie found her. She was astonished, filled with a rush of gratitude as he flung his bag on to the overhead rack and dropped into the seat beside her, breathing heavily. ‘How did you know where to find me?’ It took several minutes before he could gather enough breath to speak, by which time the train was steaming steadily out of the station. ‘You told me yourself once, remember? That you’d take a train to Scotland and see where you ended up. This is the Glasgow special. Ergo, here you would be. In any case, I slipped your taxi driver a guinea and he supplied me with your destination while you were extricating yourself from Clara’s tantrum.’ Kitty stared at him for a moment, then even as she began to laugh her eyes filled up with tears. He handed her a large check handkerchief. ‘No water works. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? An adventure.’ Archie had told Clara that he would find her and bring her back, but secretly he was delighted that Cussins had finally blotted his copybook.
