It was now August, and I was no nearer finding him than when I started.

Must I give up, then?
Should I renounce my life's love?
Should I yield my darling to Voltaire?
Never! I formed a new resolution.

I would go back to England.

Doubtless I had gone clumsily to work, and thus my failure would be explained.

When once back in London, I would engage the cleverest detectives the city could boast of, and I would state the whole case to them.