"I don't know. He's just moved. But you'll see it in the April number of The Dancing Times."
As the footman was about to escort Mr. Dialin and his urgent lady downstairs Queen ordered:
"Bring me up a whisky-and-soda."
"It's splendid, Queen," said Concepcion enthusiastically when the two were alone with G.J.
"I'm so glad you think so, darling. How are you, darling?" She kissed the older woman affectionately, fondly, on the lips, and then gave G.J. a challenging glance.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, and called out very loud: "Robin! I want you at once."
The secretarial Miss Robinson, carrying a note-book, appeared like magic from the inner room.
"Get me the April number of The Dancing News."
"Times," G.J. corrected.