Half-unconsciously, he made a mental note of the spot at which Heyton had made that curious pause in his progress.

But Derrick did not go to it; he wanted particularly to avoid Heyton--and Miriam, everyone connected with that wretched past which still hung over him like a cloud.

So he returned to the road and went straight back to the inn.
Awaiting him, he found a letter from the engineers concerning matters which needed his immediate presence in London.

He had just time to snatch a hasty breakfast, left word with the landlord for Reggie that he, Derrick, was obliged to go to London but would return by the night train, and reached the station just as the train came in.

He was hot and, no doubt, looked rather worried; for there was no means of letting Celia know that he had gone, or of making an appointment with her.