'I hope they will hurry.' Then he sat down and wrote a card.

'Take this yourself to Miss Racksole.

If she is out of the hotel, ascertain where she is and follow her.

Understand, it is of the first importance.' Hans bowed, and departed for the second time, and Aribert was alone again.
He gazed at Eugen, and made another frantic attempt to rouse him from the deadly stupor, but it was useless.

He walked away to the window: through the opened casement he could hear the tinkle of passing hansoms on the Embankment below, whistles of door-keepers, and the hoot of steam tugs on the river.