The next train to Charleswood left Charing Cross in less than half an hour.

He walked across to the station, purchased a ticket, and took his seat.

In a few minutes the train started.
Now that he was actually on the way of putting his idea to the test his former doubts assailed him again with renewed force, but he refused to listen to them.

He told himself that a dying woman's idea was not likely to be wrong, and that he would find Sisily at Charleswood.

She was sure to be there, because she had nowhere else to go.