I hesitated how to act. If they had gone south, it was useless for me to remain in Oban. Her appointment with me was in Newcastle, and it seemed certain that she would sooner or later seek me there. But at that moment my curiosity was aroused regarding this Mrs Rumbold, as to who and what she was, and further, as to the identity of Arthur, about whom the dead man had known so much. I left Oban and went back to Glasgow. My friend, the hall-porter at the Central Station, was talkative, but had not seen the lady again. It struck me that as the bald-headed man had met her in Glasgow, and as she had left a message for him that she had gone to Edinburgh, she would naturally avoid both places, or at any rate not halt there. Had she gone on to Dumfries? She had left a message for me that she was there. Would she now go there in order to see if I were awaiting her instead of at Newcastle? Dumfries, the town of Burns, was on my way down to Carlisle, therefore I resolved to make a halt there for an hour or two to inquire. I remained the night in Glasgow, for I was fagged out by so much travelling, and next day, just before twelve, I alighted at Dumfries. I had never been there before, but outside the station I saw the Railway Hotel, and entering, asked whether Mrs Rumbold was staying there. Yes, she was. Did I wish to see her? asked the lady clerk in the bureau. I replied in the affirmative, and sent her my name, "Mr Morton," written on a slip of paper. The waiter returned with a curious look upon his face. I saw in an instant that something had occurred and was not surprised when he said,-- "Mrs Rumbold has a bad headache, sir, and would be glad if you'd call again about five or six. The chambermaid says she's lying down." "Is there another person with her?" I inquired. "Her own maid, I mean." "No, sir. She's alone." "Are you quite sure of that?" "Quite. I took her name when she arrived in the hotel. She has no maid." "And no lady friend?" "No. She's entirely alone." That surprised me. Had Sybil parted from her and gone straight on to Newcastle in order to find me? There was nothing to be done but to wait till half-past five, and call again on Mrs Rumbold. I therefore took a room at the hotel, and lunched in the coffee-room. The woman's excuse made me suspicious that she wished to avoid meeting me, and that when I returned at six I should find her gone. So I passed the time in writing letters, and remained in patience until half-past five, when I sent up again to know if she would receive me. The answer came back that she was still too unwell, and I sent word to her that I could wait, as I wished to see her upon a very important matter. My determination showed her that I did not intend that she should escape; therefore, just before the dinner gong rang the waiter came to me and said that the lady was in the small drawing-room upstairs and would see me.