CHAPTER XX. TOO LATE In the street they held an informal council of war. Sir James had drawn a watch from his pocket. “The boat train to Holyhead stops at Chester at 12.14. If you start at once I think you can catch the connection.” Tommy looked up, puzzled. “Is there any need to hurry, sir? To-day is only the 24th.” “I guess it’s always well to get up early in the morning,” said Julius, before the lawyer had time to reply. “We’ll make tracks for the depot right away.” A little frown had settled on Sir James’s brow. “I