Was he to fail, now, after finding Sisily?
He had a responsibility, a solemn duty.

He had reached Cornwall safely from London--run the gauntlet of all the watching eyes of the police--and he would not go back without seeing Thalassa.

His mind was thoroughly made up.

He would find him, if he had to walk every inch of Cornwall in search of him.

And when he found him he would wrest the truth out of him--yes, by God, he would! When he found him, but where was he to be found?
The crafty old scoundrel might be in the house at that moment, lurking there like a wolf, perhaps grinning down at him from behind some closed window....