I think I'd have drowned myself if you hadn't turned
up."
After a change of clothes and some supper, he discussed the case
more calmly, but it was really a serious affair. They had shut up
their flat, and his wife's relatives were travelling abroad. There
was no one to whom he could send a letter to be forwarded; there
was no one with whom she would be likely to communicate. Their
chance of meeting again in this world appeared remote.
Nor did it seem to me--fond as he was of his wife, and anxious as
he undoubtedly was to recover her--that he looked forward to the
actual meeting, should it ever arrive, with any too pleasurable
anticipation.
"She will think it strange," he murmured reflectively, sitting on
the edge of the bed, and thoughtfully pulling off his socks. "She
is sure to think it strange."
The following day, which was Wednesday, we went to a solicitor, and
laid the case before him, and he instituted inquiries among all the
lodging-house keepers in Scarborough, with the result that on
Thursday afternoon McQuae was restored (after the manner of an
Adelphi hero in the last act) to his home and wife.
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