In his little office the detective made hasty preparations for departure.
He went in light marching order, but provided in many ways for the long journey.
Booked for London, he packed his little grip, and on the street below looked around upon familiar scenes perhaps for the last time.
He hastened to the White Star offices and went on board the vessel in which he had taken passage.
In the little stateroom he made ready for the voyage, and sat down to think a moment.
All at once the little packet which Nora Doon had placed in his hands came to his mind, and he fished it from the depths of the inner pocket.
With a half smile at his lips the detective opened it slowly and then the smile broadened.
He held in his hand a four-leaved clover, and on the paper upon which it rested were "The best wishes of Nora Doon."
The detective tore the paper into bits, but carefully preserved the little talisman.
Ten minutes later the steamer was moving from her dock and the famous detective went up on deck.