Otherwise the routine of toil went on as before.

One afternoon, happening to be in town and in the neighbourhood of St.
John's Wood, I called at the flat with the idea of asking Doria for a cup of tea.

I also had in my pocket a letter from Jaffery which I thought might interest Adrian.

The maid who opened the door informed me that her mistress was out.

Was Mr.Boldero in?
Yes; but he was working.
"That doesn't matter," said I."Tell him I'm here." The maid did not dare disturb him.