Then he stepped into his car, which had just returned.
"Where did you leave the young lady ?" he asked the chauffeur.
"In Broadway, sir.

She left me and boarded a cross-town car." Quest nodded approvingly.
"No finesse," he sighed.
5.
Sanford Quest was naturally a person unaffected by presentiments or nervous fears of any sort, yet, having advanced a couple of yards along the hallway of the house which he had just entered without difficulty, he came to a standstill, oppressed with the sense of impending danger.

With his electric torch he carefully surveyed the dilapidated staircase in front of him, the walls from which the paper hung down in depressing-looking strips.

The house was, to all appearances, uninhabited.
The door had yielded easily to his master-key.

Yet this was the house connected with Number 700, New York, the house to which Lenora had come.
Furthermore, from the street outside he had seen a light upon the first floor, instantly extinguished as he had climbed the steps.
"Any one here ?" he asked, raising his voice a little.
There was no direct response, yet from somewhere upstairs he heard the half smothered cry of a woman.