19, Addison Row, Kensington.
"The young man looked in a pitiable state of mental distress; his hand clutched nervously a copy of the _St.James's Gazette_, which contained the fatal news.

He said very little to the superintendent except that a person who was very dear to him had not returned home that evening.
"He had not felt really anxious until half an hour ago, when suddenly he thought of looking at his paper.

The description of the deceased lady, though vague, had terribly alarmed him.

He had jumped into a hansom, and now begged permission to view the body, in order that his worst fears might be allayed.
"You know what followed, of course," continued the man in the corner, "the grief of the young man was truly pitiable.

In the woman lying there in a public mortuary before him, Mr.Hazeldene had recognized his wife.
"I am waxing melodramatic," said the man in the corner, who looked up at Polly with a mild and gentle smile, while his nervous fingers vainly endeavoured to add another knot on the scrappy bit of string with which he was continually playing, "and I fear that the whole story savours of the penny novelette, but you must admit, and no doubt you remember, that it was an intensely pathetic and truly dramatic moment.
"The unfortunate young husband of the deceased lady was not much worried with questions that night.