“Well, then, they do occupy but one bedroom.”
“In short, he is to all intents and purposes her husband—in every respect but the marriage ceremony?”
“I should suppose so, but I do hope you are not going to bring them into trouble. I wish I had not said anything about them.”
“Don’t you be alarmed; nobody will interfere with your pair of turtle doves,” observed Mr. Wrench, with a short laugh. “Be of good cheer, Mrs. Mumms, and take up the money.”
He handed the gold pieces to his companion, who wrapped them up in a piece of dirty, crumpled paper, and transferred them to her pocket, without saying a word.
“What is the name of the girl who is servant to the establishment?” asked the detective, carelessly.
“Her name? Oh, Susan.”
“Susan what?”
“Susan Tarver.”
“Thank you.” Mr. Wrench wrote it down on a sheet of note paper which lay on the table before him.