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"Upon my word of honour, for what it is worth, I cannot tell you," Murdstone said, and it was evident that he was speaking the truth. "I was in the very devil of a tight place, and there was no time to lose. Of course, when Tilson's body was found, everybody had to clear out of the house, and I suppose Alcie went with the rest. Mind you, I did make inquiries. The house in Marrion-square is shut up until the owner returns from the Continent, and, for the moment, at any rate, Martin remains there. Of course, he knows all about it. So I saw him and asked him if he knew what had become of Miss Glynn. He told me that he hadn't the slightest idea. I suppose he told you the same thing, because it was he who tracked you down here at my suggestion. You can always depend upon Martin when you want anything of that sort done. But, honestly, my dear chap, I haven't the remotest idea where your daughter is."
Glynn sat thinking the matter over for a minute or two.