"Who lives here?" she demanded haughtily.
Lyveden drew himself up.
"Mrs. Slumper, madam."
His statement was received with an irrational suspicion.
"Indeed! I didn't know that Lady Helen Amiens had let her house."
"Neither, madam, did I."
The great lady stared at Anthony, who looked straight ahead. Then—
"I—I beg your pardon," she murmured.
Anthony bowed and turned on his heel. As he passed Walters, who was standing wide-eyed, the latter touched his hat faithfully.
When the car had passed on, Anthony closed the door thoughtfully. It had not occurred to him that the house had been hired as it stood. Certainly the Slumpers had given no hint of such a state of affairs. Probably they felt it to be beneath their dignity. It being no affair of his, Lyveden decided to keep his own counsel.