Cyril walked to Great Yafford that afternoon, saw the bank manager, and ascertained from him that Miss Harefield had written to the bank, from Paris, for six hundred pounds in circular notes, almost immediately after she left Little Yafford. She had drawn nothing since that time. The circular notes had been obtained by Messrs. Hodge and Turner, through their London agents, from the Temple Bar branch of the Union Bank. ‘The circular notes would go back to the bank that issued them, would they not?’ asked Cyril. ‘Naturally, but there is no rule as to the time of their return. The local banker who cashed a note might hold it over until he had other bills to transmit. A considerable time might elapse before the notes got back to the bank that issued them.’ ‘I shall go to the Union and try to find out when and where the notes were cashed. Miss Harefield has been away more than six months. Some of the notes, at least, must have come back to the bank. Will you give me a letter of introduction to the manager?’ Cyril had already explained that he had a document of vital importance to convey to Miss Harefield, that it was in her interest he sought her. The letter was written, and Cyril started by the midday train for London. He saw the manager of the Temple Bar branch early next day, and from his courtesy obtained the following information:-- Three notes had been cashed in Paris on the 21st of April. Five notes had been cashed in Florence during the months of May and June. A note had been cashed at Brest in August, one at Rennes in the same month, two at St. Malo in September. There was nothing later than this. The notes bore the address as well as the signature of the writer. On those last notes cashed at St. Malo the address was, HOTEL CHATEAUBRIAND, ST. SERVANS. It was the beginning of November. Cyril was in a position to trace Miss Harefield’s movements up to the 29th of September. She might have remained even longer at St. Malo. It was clearly there that he must go. Happily for his impatience, which was extreme, the St. Malo boat sailed that night from Southampton. Within twenty-four hours after he left the Union Bank, Cyril was in the broad windy street of St. Servans. The proprietress of the hotel perfectly remembered Miss Harefield. They had many English visitors, but this lady was so distinguished. She was at once so amiable and so dignified. She and her companion had always dined in their own _salon_. They had never appeared at the _table d’hôte_. They had engaged a carriage for their express use, and had driven about to all the interesting places in the neighbourhood. The landlady was obligingly communicative, but when she was asked where Miss Harefield went upon leaving St. Servans, her information came to a stop. There was the visitors’ book, in which Miss Harefield and Madame Leonard had written their names, but beyond their names nothing.