CHAPTER XVIII THE TELEGRAMHetherwick followed his companion across the Strand, into the Adelphi, and to the house they wanted—an old Adams mansion, now divided into flats. Matherfield did not take the trouble to ascend to the upper regions; he sought and found a caretaker and put a question to him. The man shook his head.
"Dr. Ambrose, sir?" he replied. "Oh, yes, Dr. Ambrose lives here—38. But he ain't in, sir—ain't at home, in fact. He's been away three weeks or so—don't know where he is."
With a meaning look at Hetherwick, Matherfield drew the caretaker aside and talked to him for a few moments; the man presently turned and went downstairs to the basement from which they had summoned him.
"That's all right," remarked Matherfield, with a wink. "He's going to let us into Ambrose's flat.
