"I don't remember, sir."
"If you heard it, would you remember it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Was it Mr. Nesbit?"
"That's the name, sir. 'E 'ad a daughter, sech a nice young lady, Molly told me."
"Miss Beatrice Nesbit?"
"That's 'er, sir. Molly was so fond of 'er, and she liked Molly, too."
"Do you know, Barbara, what became of Miss Beatrice?"
"No, sir; do you?"
I evaded the question. "Can you read?" I asked.