"I have just been to visit a man who I understand is a friend of yours," he said.
She inclined her head.
"You mean Mr. Moole?"
"That is the man," said the cheerful T. B.
She thought for a long time before she spoke again. She was evidently making up her mind as to how much she would tell this insistent officer of the law.
"I suppose you might as well know the whole facts of the case," she said; "if you will sit over there, I will supplement the information I gave you in Brakely Square a few days ago."
T. B. seated himself.
"I am certainly a visitor to the Secret House," she said, after a while. She did not look at the detective as she spoke, but kept her gaze fixed upon the window and the garden without.
"I told you that I have had one love affair in my life; that affair," she went on steadily, "was with George Doughton; you probably know his son."