'I suppose you've heard? They've turned up again at the flat. Yes, this morning.'
'Who have turned up again?'
'That's the point, sir. Some of 'em. And there's been a funeral ordered.'
'A funeral? Whose funeral? From us?
'Yes, sir; but whose—that's another point. You see, I've just run along to let you know how far I've got. Not that you gave me any instructions. But when I heard of a funeral—'
'Is it a man's or a woman's?' Hugo demanded, thinking to himself: 'I must keep calm. I must keep calm.'
'Don't know, sir.'
'But surely the order-book—'
'No order for coffin, sir. Merely the cortège; day after to-morrow; parties making their own arrangements at cemetery. Brompton.'
'And did none of the porters see who arrived at the flat this morning?'