I am only surprised that the police have made no move yet." The quiet conviction of her tone left me for a while speechless with horror and despair.

Then I recalled Thorndyke's calm, even confident attitude, and I hastened to remind her of it.
"There is one of your friends," I said, "who is still undismayed.
Thorndyke seems to anticipate no difficulties." "And yet," she replied, "he is ready to consider a forlorn hope like this.

However, we shall see." I could think of nothing more to say, and it was in gloomy silence that we pursued our way down Inner Temple Lane and through the dark entries and tunnel-like passages that brought us out, at length, by the Treasury.
"I don't see any light in Thorndyke's chambers," I said, as we crossed King's Bench Walk; and I pointed out the row of windows all dark and blank.
"No: and yet the shutters are not closed.

He must be out." "He can't be after making an appointment with you and your father.

It is most mysterious.