I thanked him for his assistance, and returned on foot to my rooms at the hospital.
I was now, however, in a somewhat different position for tracking Hilda from that which I occupied before my interview with the famous counsel.
I felt certain by this time that Hilda Wade and Maisie Yorke-Bannerman were one and the same person.

To be sure, it gave me a twinge to think that Hilda should be masquerading under an assumed name; but I waived that question for the moment, and awaited her explanations.

The great point now was to find Hilda.

She was flying from Sebastian to mature a new plan.

But whither?
I proceeded to argue it out on her own principles; oh, how lamely! The world is still so big! Mauritius, the Argentine, British Columbia, New Zealand! The letter I had received bore the Basingstoke postmark.