Somehow it was connected with Voltaire's scheme; of that I was sure, but at the time my mind was too confused to see how.
So far, not one step had been taken to prove whether Kaffar was dead or alive, and although I knew nothing of a detective's business, I did not like taking any one into my confidence.

I resolved to do all that was to be done myself.
In spite of everything, I spent a pleasant evening at Temple Hall.

We talked and laughed gaily, especially as Tom was preparing for his wedding with Miss Edith Gray, and when I told Mrs.Temple how Tom had popped the question on the landing at midnight, after the appearance of the famous hall ghost, the merriment knew no bounds.
It was after midnight when I retired to rest, but I could not sleep.

I could not help thinking about this great problem of my life.

How could I find Kaffar?
How could I tell whether he were alive or dead?
After tossing about a long time, I hit upon a plan of action, and then my mind had some little rest.
The next morning I bade good-bye to my friends, and started for the station.