"There was somebody before you--let me see--Thursday it was.

He came strolling along, affable as you please, and seemed to know all about it before he started.

'That young lady who arrived by the Cornwall train on Tuesday night, porter, and asked you the way to Euston Square--what was she like ?' That took me back a bit, but I told him, just as I've told you.

He asked me another question or two, and then went into the station-master's office." "What was he like ?" "Not much older than yourself, in a brown suit, tall and thin, with sharpish features and quick smiling eyes." Barrant! Charles recognized the description with a sinking heart.

He turned away with a sickening sense of the impotence of his own efforts.
Scotland Yard was searching for Sisily, and no doubt had warned all the London police to look out for her.