“Not in the least!” Violet answered. “I thought him a vulgar, offensive person!”
Peter Ruff chuckled. He seemed immensely delighted.
“Mr. Vincent Cawdor he calls himself, I believe,” he remarked.
“I have no idea,” Miss Brown declared. The subject did not appeal to her.
“His name is on a small copper plate just over the letter-box,” Ruff said. “Rather neat idea, by the bye. He calls himself a commission agent, I believe.”
Violet was suddenly interested. She realized, after all, that Mr. Vincent Cawdor might be a person of some importance.
“What is a commission agent?” she asked.
Peter Ruff shook his head.
“It might mean anything,” he declared. “Never trust any one who is not a little more explicit as to his profession. I am afraid that this Mr. Vincent Cawdor, for instance, is a bad lot.”
“I am sure he is,” Miss Brown declared.