Perchance they could do what I had failed to accomplish.

This determination I at once carried into practice, and in a little more than a week I again saw the white cliffs of Dover.

I did not rest.

Arriving at Victoria, I drove straight to Scotland Yard, and in an hour later two of the most highly recommended officers of the London detective police force were in possession of all the facts that I could give them that would lead to the discovery of the Egyptian, providing he lived.
Then I drove back to my rooms in Gower Street, weary and sad, yet not hopeless.

There were four months in which to act.