“In Radnor Place.”
“Radnor Place? What took you there?” he demanded with undisguised anxiety.
“I went there to try to find a certain house.”
“And did you discover it?”
“Yes.”
“And you met them there!” he cried, as if a sudden amazing thought occurred to him.
“Certainly, I met them there. The carriage was waiting, and together we drove towards the Reform to call for you. I alighted, however, at Piccadilly Circus.”
“They—they gave you no explanation—I mean you did not enter this house you speak of?” he added, bending towards me, restlessness portrayed on his countenance.
“On that occasion, no. But I have been inside since.”
“You have! And—and you found her there—you saw her!”