“West Kensington—Number 17 Princes’ Court Road. There was a young lady here yesterday afternoon enquiring for her.”
Quest raised his hat. It was a relief, at any rate, to have news of Lenora.
“I am very much obliged to you, madam.”
“You’re welcome!” was the terse reply.
Quest gave the new address to the taxi-driver and was scarcely able to restrain his impatience during the long drive. They pulled up at last before a somewhat dingy-looking house. He rang the bell, which was answered by a trim-looking little maid-servant.
“Is Mrs. Willet in?” he enquired.
The maid-servant stood on one side to let him pass. Almost at the same moment, the door of the front room opened and a pleasant-looking elderly lady appeared.
“I am Mrs. Willet,” she announced.
“I am Mr. Quest,” the criminologist told her quickly. “You may have heard your niece, Lenora, speak of me.”
“Then perhaps you can tell me what has become of her?” Mrs. Willet observed.