He was not in Craven Street.
A matronly, pleasant-faced woman opened the door to her.
'Is Mr Holland in?'
'No, miss, he's not.'
'Has he been long gone out?'
'Well, miss, he hasn't been in all night.'
The young lady shivered. The landlady eyed her with shrewd, yet not unfriendly, eyes. She hazarded a question,--
'Excuse me, miss, but are you Miss Broad?'
'That is my name.'
'Would you mind just stepping inside?'