There he was to be found, she was sure of it, at the Bar of Gold, in Upper Swandam Lane.

But what was she to do?
How could she, a young and timid woman, make her way into such a place and pluck her husband out from among the ruffians who surrounded him?
There was the case, and of course there was but one way out of it.

Might I not escort her to this place?
And then, as a second thought, why should she come at all?
I was Isa Whitney's medical adviser, and as such I had influence over him.

I could manage it better if I were alone.

I promised her on my word that I would send him home in a cab within two hours if he were indeed at the address which she had given me.