Mr. Boddington said he thought he could not be mistaken; but he would look at his address-book. He did, and said it was certainly 119 Gloucester Place; “Perhaps she has left,” said he. “She was very healthy—an excellent patient. But I should not have advised her to move for a day or two more.”
Sir Charles was sore puzzled. He dashed off to the agents, Parker & Ellis.
They said, Yes; the house was Lady Bassett's for a few months. They were instructed to let it.
“When did she leave? I am her husband, and we have missed each other somehow.”
The clerk interfered, and said Lady Bassett had brought the keys in her carriage yesterday.
Sir Charles groaned with vexation and annoyance.
“Did she give you no address?”
“Yes, sir. Huntercombe Hall.”
“I mean no address in London?”
“No, sir; none.”