BEGINNING TO SEARCH No sooner did I begin to feel freed from Voltaire's power than I began to exert myself to find Kaffar, if indeed he were to be found.

There was much in my favour.

I possessed freedom; I had plenty of money; I had plenty of time.

On the other hand, there was much against me.

Was he alive?
Were Voltaire's words true?
Had I in my mesmeric condition yielded to his will in such a degree as to kill the wily Egyptian and hurl him in the pond?
Again, if he were alive, where was he?
Who could tell?
Supposing he had gone to Egypt, how could I find him?
Possibly he had a thousand haunts unknown to me.
I determined to go to Yorkshire, and soon found myself within the hospitable walls of Temple Hall.