“Is there anything else you would like to see?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she replied, “but there is one thing more I have to say.”
He waited in stolid silence.
“Only a week ago,” she went on, looking him in the face, “I told a man who is what you call, I think, an inquiry agent, that I would give a hundred pounds if he could discover that young woman for me within twenty-four hours.”
Tavernake started, and the smile came back to the lips of Mrs. Wenham Gardner. After all, perhaps she had found the way!
“A hundred pounds is a great deal of money,” he said thoughtfully.
She shrugged her shoulders.
“Not so very much,” she replied. “About a fortnight's rent of this house, Mr. Tavernake.”
“Is the offer still open?” he asked.
She looked into his eyes, and her face had once more the beautiful ingenuousness of a child.