USING THE ENEMY'S WEAPONS Two months passed, and no tidings of Kaffar--at least, none that were worthy of consideration.

The detectives had done all that men could do; they had made every inquiry possible, they had set on foot dozens of schemes; but all in vain.

Voltaire, who had been closely watched, was apparently living a quiet, harmless life, and was not, so far as could be seen, in communication with him.

I had done all that I could do myself.

I had followed in England every possible clue, all of which had ended in failure.
Three months passed.