"No; he's at Monte Carlo. His address, the Grand Hotel. Guess again."
"Don't be foolish and waste time. The children may be arriving at any minute."
"You must keep 'em out of the way, then."
"Why?"
"Because I've brought him."
"'Him'? You'll excuse me—"
"Glasson."
"Glasson?" Her eyes opened wide. "You've brought Glasson? Well, I must say you're clever."
"On the contrary, I've been infernally stupid. I met him coming down the drive from Meriton. He had been pumping Matters for Sir Miles's present address—which he didn't get. What's his game, do you think?"
"Blackmail."