If we could only discover the body of the dead woman, then the rest would be clear, she declared.

She would openly denounce the assassin.
As we went on I revolved within my mind all the curious circumstances in connection with the amazing affair, and recollected my old friend Jack Durnford's words when we stood upon the quarter-deck of the _Bulwark_ and I had related to him the visit of the mysterious yacht.

I too had left one effort untried, and I blamed myself for overlooking it.

I had not sought of that Bond Street photographer the name and address of the original of the photograph that had been mutilated and destroyed--that girl with the magnificent eyes that had so attracted me.
The afternoon passed, and yet we were not successful.

I was faint with hunger and thirst, yet my companion did not once complain.