He didn't say much about that
either, but it was easy to see it in his face. He wanted to look at the
apartments, to see whether he could find anything, an old letter or
such-like, that might be a help to him in going after his friends, and
mother took him upstairs."
"Did he find anything?"
"No, sir; Mr. Nowell hadn't left so much as a scrap of paper about the
place. So the gentleman thanked mother, and went away in the same cab as
had brought him."
"Do you know where he was going?"
"I fancy he was going to Liverpool after Mr. Nowell and his daughter. He
seemed all in a fever, like a person that's ready to do anything
desperate. But I heard him tell the cabman Cavendish-square."
"Cavendish-square! Yes, I can guess where he was going. But what could he
want there?" Gilbert said to himself, while the girl stared at him
wonderingly, thinking that he, as well as the other gentleman, had gone
distraught on account of Mr. Nowell's daughter.
"Thank you for answering my questions so patiently, and good-night," said
Gilbert, slipping some silver into her hand; for his quick eye had
observed the faded condition of her finery, and a general air of poverty
conspicuous in her aspect. "Stay," he added, taking out his card-case;
"if you should hear anything farther of these people, I should be much
obliged by your sending me word at that address.
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