Brooks was hopelessly bewildered, and showed it.
"She lives with her uncle in Medchester. He is a builder and timber merchant."
Lord Arranmore was silent for a moment.
"Her father, then, is dead?" he asked.
"He died abroad, I think," Brooks answered, "but I really am not sure.
I know very little of any of them."
Lord Arranmore turned away.
"She is the image of a man I once knew," he remarked, "but after all, the type is not an uncommon one. You won't forget that Busher will be in this afternoon. He is a very intelligent fellow for his class, and you may find it worth your while to ask him a few questions. Until Thursday, then."
"Until Thursday," Brooks repeated, mechanically.