Lenora's familiar little belongings were there, standing in a corner of the hall.
"You haven't heard from her, then, since she went out yesterday afternoon ?" he asked, with sinking heart.
"No, sir!" "What time did she go ?" "Directly after an early lunch.

It must have been about two o'clock." Quest hurried away.

So after all there was some foundation for this queer sense of depression which had been hovering about him for the last few days! "Scotland Yard," he told the taxi-driver.
He thrust another cigar between his teeth but forgot to light it.

He was amazed at his own sensations, conscious of fears and emotions of which he would never have believed himself capable.

He gave in his card, and after a few moments' delay he was shown into the presence of one of the chiefs of the Detective Department, who greeted him warmly.
"My name is Hardaway," the latter announced.