"
There was silence. A sort of agitation came upon the old man ever
and again, in talking. He now grew absorbed in thought, and remained
thus for several minutes, Waymark looking at him the while. When at
length Abraham raised his eyes, and they met Waymark's, he turned
them away at once, and rose from the chair.
"I'll look into the business," he said, taking out a bunch of keys,
and putting one into the lock of a drawer in his desk. "Yes, I'll go
and make inquiries." He half pulled out the drawer and rustled among
some papers.
"Look here," he said, on the point of taking something out; but,
even in speaking, he altered his mind. "No; it don't matter. I'll go
and make inquiries. You can go now, if you like;--I mean to say, I
suppose you've told me all that's necessary.--Yes, you'd better
go, and look in again tomorrow morning."
Waymark went straight to Fulham. Reaching the block of tenements
which had been Ida's home, he sought out the porter. When the door
opened at his knock, the first face that greeted him was that of
Grim, who had pushed between the man's legs and was peering up, as
if in search of some familiar aspect.
From the porter he learned that the police had made that afternoon
an inspection of Ida's rooms, though with what result was not known.
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