"I must get out of this," he reflected after a few seconds. "I must get back to the hotel and think it all out."
"You can go now." It was the woman who showed him there who spoke.
A few seconds later he was in the open air, making his way towards Drury Lane.
"Thank God!"
The words passed his lips involuntarily. It seemed the natural expression of his heart.
Almost unconsciously he found his way back to his hotel. He had no remembrance afterwards of the streets he had traversed, or of the turnings he had taken. His mind was too full of the thought that but for his wonderful experience in Staple Inn the facts he had learnt that night would not have been made known to him.
On reaching his hotel he made his way to his sitting-room, and on opening the door he saw a letter lying on the table, which on examination he found to be signed "Olga."