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"Our next move, Mr. Armadale, is not a very easy move to see," he said, as they
drove back to the hotel. "Do you think you could put me in possession of any
further particulars?"
Allan hesitated; and Pedgift Junior saw that he had advanced a little too far. "I
mustn't force it," he thought; "I must give it time, and let it come of its own
accord." "In the absence of any other information, sir," he resumed, "what do you
say to my making some inquiry about that queer shop, and about those two names
on the door-plate? My business in London, when I leave you, is of a professional
nature; and I am going into the right quarter for getting information, if it is to be
"There can't be any harm, I suppose, in making inquiries," replied Allan.
He, too, spoke more seriously than usual; he, too, was beginning to feel an all-
mastering curiosity to know more. Some vague connection, not to be distinctly
realized or traced out, began to establish itself in his mind between the difficulty
of approaching Miss Gwilt's family circumstances and the difficulty of
approaching Miss Gwilt's reference. "I'll get down and walk, and leave you to go
on to your business," he said. "I want to consider a little about this, and a walk
and a cigar will help me."
"My business will be done, sir, between one and two," said Pedgift, when the cab
had been stopped, and Allan had got out. "Shall we meet again at two o'clock, at
the hotel?"
Allan nodded, and the cab drove off.