midnight
They had however ultimately to part from him , for never was luggage more innocent ; and rattling past Buckingham Palace on the way to Paddington Priscilla blew it a cheerful kiss , symbolic of a happiness too great to bear ill-will . Later on Windsor Castle would have got one too , if it had not been so dark that she could not see it . The detective , who felt himself oddly drawn towards the trio , went down into Somersetshire by the same train as they did , but parted from them at Ullerton , the station you get out at when you go to Symford . He did not consider it necessary to go further ; and taking a bedroom at Ullerton in the same little hotel from which Fritzing had ordered the conveyance that was to drive them their last seven miles he went to bed , it being close on midnight , with Mr. Pearce 's address neatly written in his notebook . This , at present , is the last of the detective . I will leave him sleeping with a smile on his face , and follow the dog-cart as it drove along that beautiful road between wooded hills that joins Ullerton to Symford , on its way to Baker 's Farm . At the risk of exhausting Priscilla Fritzing had urged pushing on without a stop , and Priscilla made no objection .