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THE next two days were among the most worrying that I ever remember. I had entered heart and soul into the discovery of McSwiney's companion, and when the first day had drawn entirely blank, and that night I crept footsore and utterly tired out into my comfortable bed at the Central Hotel, I don't think there could have been a more despondent man in all Adelaide.
The Chief and old Inspector Kitson looked pretty down in the mouth too. As we had arranged, they came late to my bedroom at night, and I recounted to them all I had done during the day. I had been on my feet before eight in the morning. I had tramped up and down all the streets of the City. I had visited, in turn, almost every bar in the square mile, and my inside was thoroughly upset and discomforted with the innumerable soft drinks I had had to absorb in my pilgrimage.