He would pit himself against the police.

A desperate man, guided by love, could do much--might even outwit the tremendous forces of Scotland Yard.

He would not be worthy of Sisily if he lost heart because the odds were against him.

Fortune's wheel might have a lucky turn in store for him.
He beckoned a passing taxi-cab.

"Euston Square," he said as he entered.
That was obviously the next point of his search.
But Fortune vouchsafed him no more favours that day.