CHAPTER XVIII

THE SILENT MAN’S WARNING PHILIP REILLY, whose energy seemed indefatigable, although he was yet half an invalid, left me next morning and returned to town. In council, in my airy little bedroom with the attic window embowered by creeping roses, we arrived at the conclusion that he would have more chance of success in gaining information than myself, therefore I dispatched him to London in order to keep an observant eye upon the address in Sterndale Road. For several reasons I remained in the neighbourhood of Caldeco…