And it seemed to him as though all whom he met questioned him as to the man's disappearance, as if they suspected him.
What was the man to him, or the man's guilt, or his father, that he should be made miserable?
The man's attack upon him had been ferocious in its nature,--so brutal that when he had escaped from Mountjoy Scarborough's clutches there was nothing for him but to leave him lying in the street where, in his drunkenness, he had fallen.

And now, in consequence of this, misery had fallen upon himself.

Even this empty-headed fellow Baskerville, a man the poverty of whose character Harry perfectly understood, had questioned him about Mountjoy Scarborough.

It could not, he thought, be possible that Baskerville could have had any reasons for suspicion, and yet the very sound of the inquiry stuck in his ears.
On the next morning, at eleven o'clock, he knocked at Mrs.Mountjoy's house in Mountpellier Place and asked for the elder lady.

Mrs.Mountjoy was out, and Harry at once inquired for Florence.