‘You are sure this thing of beauty was a man?’

‘No, sir, that is exactly what I am not sure.’

There was a note in Sydney’s voice which suggested that he had received precisely the answer which he had expected.

‘Did you think it was a woman?’

’I did think so, more than once.  Though I can hardly explain what made me think so.  There was certainly nothing womanly about the face.’  He paused, as if to reflect.  Then added, ’I suppose it was a question of instinct.’

’I see.—­Just so.—­It occurs to me, Mr Holt, that you are rather strong on questions of instinct.’  Sydney got off the bed.  He stretched himself, as if fatigued,—­which is a way he has.  ’I will not do you the injustice to hint that I do not believe a word of your charming, and simple, narrative.  On the contrary, I will demonstrate my perfect credence by remarking that I have not the slightest doubt that you will be able to point out to me, for my particular satisfaction, the delightful residence on which the whole is founded.’

Mr Holt coloured,—­Sydney’s tone could scarcely have been more significant.

’You must remember, sir, that it was a dark night, that I had never been in that neighbourhood before, and that I was not in a condition to pay much attention to locality.’

’All of which is granted, but—­how far was it from Hammersmith Workhouse?’

‘Possibly under half a mile.’

’Then, in that case, surely you can remember which turning you took on leaving Hammersmith Workhouse,—­I suppose there are not many turnings you could have taken.’

‘I think I could remember.’

’Then you shall have an opportunity to try.  It isn’t a very far cry to Hammersmith,—­don’t you think you are well enough to drive there now, just you and I together in a cab?’

’I should say so.  I wished to get up this morning.  It is by the doctor’s orders I have stayed in bed.’

’Then, for once in a while, the doctor’s orders shall be ignored, —­I prescribe fresh air.’  Sydney turned to me.  ’Since Mr Holt’s wardrobe seems rather to seek, don’t you think a suit of one of the men might fit him,—­if Mr Holt wouldn’t mind making shift for the moment?—­Then, by the time you’ve finished dressing, Mr Holt, I shall be ready.’

While they were ascertaining which suit of clothes would be best adapted to his figure, I went with Sydney to my room.  So soon as we were in, I let him know that this was not a matter in which I intended to be trifled with.

‘Of course you understand, Sydney, that I am coming with you.’

He pretended not to know what I meant.

‘Coming with me?—­I am delighted to hear it,—­but where?’

‘To the house of which Mr Holt has been speaking.’

’Nothing could give me greater pleasure, but—­might I point out?—­ Mr Holt has to find it yet?’

‘I will come to help you to help him find it.’