He walked once or twice along Shaftesbury
Avenue, but did not chance to meet Polly, and could not make up his
mind to beg an interview with her. At the end of a fortnight
Greenacre wrote, and that evening they met again at the obscure
house of entertainment.
"It is not often," said Greenacre, in a despondent tone, "that I
have found an inquiry so difficult. Of course it interests me all
the more, and I shall go on with it, but I must freely confess that
I've got nothing yet--absolutely nothing."
Gammon observed him vigilantly.
"Do you know what has occurred to me?" pursued the other, with a
half melancholy droop of the head. "I really begin to fear that the
young lady, your friend, may have made a mistake."
"How can that be, when he met her twice and talked with her?"
" You didn't tell me that," replied Greenacre, as if surprised.
"No, I didn't mention it. I thought it was enough to tell you she
spied him at the theatre."
He added a brief account of what had happened between Polly and her
uncle, Greenacre listening as if this threw new light on the case.
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