"He,—who?"
"Vy, the 'ous. The young lady got out, and the hold folks driv back. I did not go arter them!" and Beck looked sly.
"So! I must find out the name."
"I axed at the public," said Beck, proud of his diplomacy. "They keeps a sarvant vot takes half a pint at her meals. The young lady's mabe a foriner."
"A foreigner! Then she lives there with her mother?"
"So they s'pose at the public."
"And the name?"
Beck shook his head. "'T is a French 'un, your honour; but the sarvant's is Martha."
"You must meet me at Brompton, near the turnpike, tomorrow, and show me the house."
"Vy, I's in bizness all day, please your honour."