His communications usually took a week to reach me, for they were sent under cover to Spain and then to Newcastle.

He had a mania, you know, for concealing his tracks.' 'What did he say ?' I stammered.
'Nothing.

Merely that he was in danger, but had found shelter with a good friend, and that I would hear from him before the 15th of June.
He gave me no address, but said he was living near Portland Place.

I think his object was to clear you if anything happened.

When I got it I went to Scotland Yard, went over the details of the inquest, and concluded that you were the friend.