“Precisely, sir.”
“That being so,” Francis continued, “I am going to make a proposition to you for what it is worth. Where were you going when I met you this morning, Shopland?”
“To call upon you in Clarges Street, sir.”
“What for?”
“I was going to ask you if you would be so kind as to call upon Miss Daisy Hyslop, sir.”
Francis smiled.
“Great minds,” he murmured. “I will see the young lady this afternoon, Shopland.”
The detective raised his hat. They had reached the spot where his companion turned off by the Horse Guards Parade.
“I may hope to hear from you, then, sir?”
“Within the course of a day or two, perhaps earlier,” Francis promised.