I drove off at once to Mr. Bruff's office;
not knowing the addresses of the persons of whom I was in search, and
thinking it probable that he might put me in the way of finding them.
Mr. Bruff proved to be too busy to give me more than a minute of his
valuable time. In that minute, however, he contrived to dispose--in the
most discouraging manner--of all the questions I had to put to him.
In the first place, he considered my newly-discovered method of finding
a clue to the mystery as something too purely fanciful to be seriously
discussed. In the second, third, and fourth places, Mr. Murthwaite was
now on his way back to the scene of his past adventures; Miss Clack had
suffered losses, and had settled, from motives of economy, in France;
Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite might, or might not, be discoverable somewhere in
London. Suppose I inquired at his club? And suppose I excused Mr. Bruff,
if he went back to his business and wished me good morning?
The field of inquiry in London, being now so narrowed as only to include
the one necessity of discovering Godfrey's address, I took the lawyer's
hint, and drove to his club.
In the hall, I met with one of the members, who was an old friend of my
cousin's, and who was also an acquaintance of my own.
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