"But have you been to London and executed this strange commission ?" "No.

We are going up next week.

I intend to call upon this person named Woodroffe." I made no remark.

He was, I knew, abroad, but I was glad at having obtained two very important clues: first, the address of the mysterious yachtsman, Woodroffe, alias Hornby, and, secondly, ascertaining that the young girl I sought was somewhere in the vicinity of the town of Abo, the Finnish port on the Baltic.
"Poor Elma, you see, speaks in her letter of some secret, Mr.Gregg," my companion said.

"She says she wishes this Mr.Woodroffe, whoever he is, to know that she has kept her promise and has not divulged it.