“Maybe she wasn’t so anxious to tell you,” he said.
“Now look here,” said Frank, “don’t let’s start that again. If it touches you on a sore spot, I’ll drop the subject.”
“Oh, all right,” said Jack.
“Well, the matter should not be so difficult, anyhow,” declared Lord Hastings. “We’ll ask someone the name of the young lady who sings.”
“Perfectly simple, sir,” agreed Jack. “Whom shall we ask?”
“The first person we see,” was the reply.
Lord Hastings led the way down the street. An officer approached. Lord Hastings accosted him in German.
“I have recently been ordered to Heligoland,” he said. “A moment ago I was in yonder café,” pointing, “and the young singer in there bears such a striking resemblance to the daughter of a friend of mine that I should like to know if she is the same.”
“And the name of the young lady to whom you refer?” questioned the German.
“Henrietta! Henrietta Blucher!”