"I'm afraid I did." "God forgive you!" was my only comment, and I turned my back upon the blunderer.
The fat was in the fire now: Bellairs had the address, and I was the more deceived or Carthew would have news of him.

So strong was this impression, and so painful, that the next morning I had the curiosity to pay the lawyer's den a visit.

An old woman was scrubbing the stair, and the board was down.
"Lawyer Bellairs ?" said the old woman.

"Gone East this morning.

There's Lawyer Dean next block up." I did not trouble Lawyer Dean, but walked slowly back to my hotel, ruminating as I went.