“If you wouldn’t object to standing by him half a minute, sir,” was the reply, “I’ll find the nearest of our men to come and take charge of him;⁠—I still call it him , you see,” said Mr. Inspector, looking back as he went, with a philosophical smile upon the force of habit.

“Eugene,” said Lightwood and was about to add “we may wait at a little distance,” when turning his head he found that no Eugene was there.

He raised his voice and called “Eugene! Holloa!” But no Eugene replied.

It was broad daylight now, and he looked about. But no Eugene was in all the view.