The rest, for the present, must remain mere conjecture.

One more question he essayed-- "Can you tell me where Miss Turold is to be found ?" "I know, but I am not going to tell you." Barrant's eye rested on Charles.
"You must come with me," he said.
Charles nodded.

Despairingly he reflected that the interview had not turned out as he expected.

There were other means, and he must be patient.
And Sisily?
There was anguish in that thought..