“Unusually so,” said Kara. “She lives in Marylebone Road, 86a is the address. She has no friends, spends most of her evenings in her room, is eminently respectable and a little chilling in her attitude to her employer.”
T. X. shot a swift glance at the other.
“Why do you tell me all this?” he asked.
“To save you the trouble of finding out,” replied the other coolly. “That insatiable curiosity which is one of the equipments of your profession, would, I feel sure, induce you to conduct investigations for your own satisfaction.”
T. X. laughed.
“May I sit down?” he said.
The other wheeled an armchair across the room and T. X. sank into it. He leant back and crossed his legs, and was, in a second, the personification of ease.
“I think you are a very clever man, Monsieur Kara,” he said.
The other looked down at him this time without amusement.
“Not so clever that I can discover the object of your visit,” he said pleasantly enough.