"I will send an answer in a moment," I said.
The man withdrew—Miss Sinclair came close to me.
"Open that letter quickly," she said, in an imperative voice. "It is from the hotel. He may be there even now."
I tore open the envelope. There was a line from the manager within.
"Dear Sir,—I send you the enclosed. I propose to forward the dressing-case at once by a commissionaire."
The enclosed was a telegram. The following were its brief contents:—
"Send me my dressing-case immediately by a private messenger.—Wilfred Tollemache."
An address was given in full beneath:—
"The Cedars, 110, Harvey Road, Balham."
I knew that Miss Sinclair was looking over my shoulder as I read. I turned and faced her.