He got their address.

There was little left to do but to avoid reporters, two of whom almost forced themselves in upon him.

He was to go back to Douarnenez by the little boat that brought him, and at seven o'clock in the morning he watched the mists of England recede.
He chanced to put his hand into a light overcoat which he had got at his chambers before he started.

He drew out a paper, the one discovered in the solicitor's office in London.

It was an ancient deed of entail of the property, drawn by Sir Gaston Belward, which, through being lost, was never put into force.