"Dead silence hung over the spot; and now, half fearing an ambush in
my turn, I waited an hour before emerging. Not a soul was there.
Redmayne had clearly come, discovered my escape and then departed
again. Even in that moment I considered what I should have done had
he confiscated my clothes! It would then have been necessary to
tramp to my hotel in the white shirt and scanty underclothing which
was all that remained to me. But now I donned my jacket and
knickerbockers, cap and stockings and then prepared to depart.
"There was a smell of earth in the air--a reek of upturned mould;
but what that may have been I cannot say. I soon started downhill
and, presently, striking a path to the north, entered the chestnut
woods and was at my hotel an hour after midnight. That is my story
and I propose to-day to revisit the spot. I shall engage the local
police who have orders to assist us--that is, unless you, Doria, can
spare time to accompany me yourself. I would rather not ask them;
but I do not go there again alone.
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