"Take this card," he said, and scribbled a few words hastily upon a visiting-card; "that will admit you to my rooms at the Savoy. Make yourself comfortable until I return."
He gave the man a few directions, piloted him from the restaurant, saw him enter a cab, then turned his steps toward Baker Street.
CHAPTER XVI
MARY BROWN
Pentonby Mansions are within a stone's throw of Baker Street Station. T. B. jumped out of his cab some distance from the great entrance hall, and paid the driver. Just before he turned into the vestibule a man, strolling towards him, asked him for a match.
"Well?"
"She came straight from the restaurant and has been inside ten minutes," reported the man, ostentatiously lighting his pipe.
"She hasn't sent a telegram?"
"So far as I know, no, sir."
In the vestibule a hall porter sat reading the evening paper.