All that was left was the furniture of his house, to which Mrs.Wentworth would lay claim, in discharge of the unpaid rent.

What now was the destiny that awaited the lost and friendless Mademoiselle Lodi?
Where was she concealed?
Welbeck had dropped no intimation by which I might be led to suspect the place of her abode.

If my power, in other respects, could have contributed aught to her relief, my ignorance of her asylum had utterly disabled me.
But what of the murdered person?
He had suddenly vanished from the face of the earth.

His fate and the place of his interment would probably be suspected and ascertained.

Was I sure to escape from the consequences of this deed?
Watson had relatives and friends.