The order of the letters was now right, but the letters themselves were sometimes too faintly impressed, sometimes too much blurred together to be legible.

I held the leaf up to the light--and there was a complete change: the blurred letters grew clearer, the invisible connecting lines appeared--I could read the words from first to last.
The writing must have been hurried, and it had to all appearance been hurriedly dried toward the corner of a perfectly clean leaf of the blotting-paper.

After twice reading, I felt sure that I had made out correctly the following address: Miss Giles, 2 Zion Place, Crickgelly, N.Wales.
It was hard under the circumstances, to form an opinion as to the handwriting; but I thought I could recognize the character of some of the doctor's letters, even in the blotted impression of them.

Supposing I was right, who was Miss Giles?
Some Welsh friend of the doctor's, unknown to me?
Probably enough.

But why not Alicia herself under an assumed name?
Having sent her from home to keep her out of my way, it seemed next to a certainty that her father would take all possible measures to prevent my tracing her, and would, therefore, as a common act of precaution, forbid her to travel under her own name.