I wasted no time; I put on my overcoat and walked to Scotland Yard.
I put my hand upon the door of the room which I knew belonged to one of the officials, to whom I determined to report my case.
I thought of the words I should say, when—
"STOP!"
I am sure I heard that word, clear and distinct. Where it came from I knew not; but it was plain to me.
An idea flashed into my mind!
Mad, mad, I must have been, never to have thought of it before.
Ten days! Only ten days! But much might be done even yet. I rushed away, and got into St. James's Park, and there, in comparative quietness, I began to think.
The clouds began to dispel, the difficulties began to move away. Surely I had hit upon a plan at last, a plan on which I should have thought at the outset.
I walked on towards Westminster Abbey, still working out my newly conceived idea, and when there jumped into a cab.