“It is not likely there would be.”
“And nothing mentioned that could serve as a guide?”
“Nothing.”
Sir Bridgnorth then bade them all a formal adieu, and made a final attempt to give them comfort.
“I hope Chetwynd may have changed his mind at the last moment,” he said. “I believe it will turn out so. To-morrow I shall set out on my melancholy errand, and institute inquiries. You shall hear from me as soon as I have anything to communicate; and I promise you one thing—I will not remain idle. It shall not be my fault if the facts of this painful affair are not discovered.”