“And why not?”
“For a good reason—he aint got no address.”
“But you know where to find him, I dare say?”
“Yes, I might find him, but he won’t come here any more.”
“Wait till I have asked missus.”
“Wait where?”
“Here, or in the sale-room, anywhere you choose, but don’t go away till I come downstairs.”
“I won’t.”
Amy tripped upstairs and told her all that had passed between herself and Cooney.
“Ah, no, he won’t give the address—of course not. We can’t hardly expect him to do so; Rawton is at hide and seek. There is but one way to get over the difficulty. I will write a letter and this he will deliver to Mr. Rawton.”