His quest was finished.

The interview with the sergeant had ended it all.

Every item in his detailed account of the woman now in the Tombs tallied with Kitty's description of the woman with the sleeve-buttons and so on, in turn, with the woman who was once his wife.
With this knowledge there flamed up in his heart an uncontrollable anger, fanned to white heat by hatred of the man who had caused it all.
His fingers tightened and his teeth ground together.

That reckoning, he said to himself, would come later, once he got his hands on him.

If she were a thief, Dalton had made her so.