XIII.
Returning to St. James's Street, Drake found John Storm waiting in his rooms. The men had changed a good deal since they last met, and the faces of both showed suffering.
“Forgive me for this visit,” said Storm. “It was my first duty to call and thank you for what you've done.”
“That's nothing—nothing at all,” said Drake.
“I had also another object. You'll know what that is.”
Drake bowed his head.
“She is gone, it seems, and there is no trace left of her.”
“None?”
“Then you know nothing?”
“Nothing! And you?”