The issue was exactly the same.

Miss Lorne did not appear.
He could no longer doubt that she had accepted one or other of the two positions; but steadfastly refrained from making any personal inquiry.
She would hear of it if anybody called to inquire her whereabouts; and she would guess who had done it.

He would not have her feel that he was thrusting himself upon her, inquiring about her as one might inquire about a common servant.

If it was her will that he should know, then that knowledge should come from her, not be picked up as one picks up clues to missing people of the criminal class.
So then, it was good-bye to Bardon Road, just as it had been good-bye to Mayfair.

He turned his back upon it in the very moment he came to that conclusion, and had just set his face in the direction of the heath when he was brought to a standstill by the sound of someone calling out sharply: "Burbage--I say, Captain Burbage: stop a moment, please." And, screwing round instantly, he saw a red limousine pelting toward him, and an excited chauffeur waving a gloved hand.
He knew that red limousine, and he knew that chauffeur.