But if the inference which the handbill suggested
was correct--if she was really alone at that moment in the city of
York--where was she likely to be?
Not in the crowded thoroughfares, to begin with. Not viewing the objects
of interest in the Minster, for it was now past the hour at which the
cathedral could be seen. Was she in the waiting-room at the railway?
She would hardly run that risk. Was she in one of the hotels? Doubtful,
considering that she was entirely by herself. In a pastry-cook's shop?
Far more likely. Driving about in a cab? Possible, certainly; but no
more. Loitering away the time in some quiet locality, out-of-doors?
Likely enough, again, on that fine autumn evening. The captain paused,
weighed the relative claims on his attention of the quiet locality and
the pastry-cook's shop; and decided for the first of the two. There was
time enough to find her at the pastry-cook's, to inquire after her at
the principal hotels, or, finally, to intercept her in Mr. Huxtable's
immediate neighborhood from seven to eight. While the light lasted, the
wise course was to use it in looking for her out-of-doors. Where? The
Esplanade was a quiet locality; but she was not there--not on the lonely
road beyond, which ran back by the Abbey Wall.
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