your proceedings has been to give the alarm everywhere and yet to discover nothing.”
“Perhaps you would have done no better,” I answered, bitterly.
“There is no ‘perhaps’ about it. I have done better. Here is the Hon. Philip Green, who is a fellow-lodger with you in this hotel, and we may find in him the starting-point for a more successful investigation.”
A card had come up on a salver, and it was followed by the same bearded ruffian who had attacked me in the street. He started when he saw me.
“What is this, Mr. Holmes?” he asked. “I had your note and I have come. But what has this man to do with the matter?”
“This is my old friend and associate, Dr. Watson, who is helping us in this affair.”
The stranger held out a huge, sunburned hand, with a few words of apology.
“I hope I didn’t harm you. When you accused me of hurting her I lost my grip of myself. Indeed, I’m not responsible in these days. My nerves are like live wires. But this situation is beyond me. What I want to know, in the first place, Mr. Holmes, is, how in the world you came to hear of my existence at all.”
“I am in touch with Miss Dobney, Lady Frances’s governess.”
