"Come, do tell me!" I implored.
"I've told you practically everything, my dear old fellow," was his
response. "The revelation of the true facts of the affair can be made
only by Muriel. I tell you, we must find her."
"Yes, we must--at all hazards," I said. "Let's go across to the
telegraph office opposite Charing Cross. It's open always." And we rose
and walked out along the Strand, now nearly deserted, and despatched an
urgent message to Muriel at an address in Hurlingham Road, Fulham.
Afterwards we stood outside on the curb, still talking, I loth to part
from him, when there passed by in the shadow two men in dark overcoats,
who crossed the road behind us to the front of Charing Cross station,
and then continued on towards Trafalgar Square.
As the light of the street lamp fell upon them, I thought I recognized
the face of one as that of a person I had seen before, yet I was not at
all certain, and my failure to remember whom the passer-by resembled
prevented me from saying anything further to Jack than:
"A fellow I know has just gone by, I think.
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