Gareth had hoped that they could make the trip the next morning. It seemed to him that this was going to be a long night, traveling all the way to bloody Glaisdale and back. Would they have to wait for the morning train back? What a pain. But he just nodded. It was hardly the first time he would do a 24 hours job, since sometimes the more sensational things for him to report on happened in darkened alleys and yards under the far off rays of a street lantern. "Very well, until then," he said, letting the lady go first and watching her as he made his way out. She would make an interesting character.