London (England) -- Fiction; Love stories; Mystery fiction
"I'm giving you a lot of trouble," my companion said apologetically.
"It is really too bad, and you must think me very foolish to get
separated from my friends like this. How it occurred I really don't
know. They went out in front of me, and the crowd kept me from coming
out of my seat. Then, when I got into the promenade I found they had
vanished, as if by magic."
"It's evident that the street is not well-known," I said, "for
hansom-cab drivers are really encyclopaedias of London geography, having
to pass an examination in it before being granted a driver's licence by
the police. It must be somewhere far out in the suburbs."
Then a thought suddenly occurred to me.
"The only thing I can suggest," I continued, "is that you should walk
round to my chambers in Charing Cross Road, for I have there a Directory
which will no doubt give us some clue to the whereabouts of your
friends."
She paused, and looked at me rather strangely I thought. I had expected
her to be eager to act as I suggested, but found her somewhat loth to
accompany me. Yet, was this not natural? I was an utter stranger.
Perhaps, too, she had seen some drama in the provinces where the villain
invariably wears a starched shirt-front and smokes cigarettes, for it
seemed as though she held me in fear.
"You are very kind," she answered, "but I really think--"
"No," I said, divining her thoughts. "It is impossible for you to
wander the streets until morning. You must allow me to help you.
Come."
"I've been thinking it would be best, perhaps, for me to go to an
hotel," she said.
"As you wish," I replied. "But you must find out this unknown street
either now or to-morrow morning, and if you take my advice you will lose
no time in ascertaining where your friends really live, for they will be
anxious about you."
For a few moments she reflected, then exclaimed--
"Yes, you're right after all. I'm sure you are extremely kind."
And together we crossed the Square and continued along Cranbourne Street
to the colossal block of redbrick flats wherein my chambers were
situated.
CHAPTER TWO.
THIS CRUCIFIX.
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