"Dowker--detective."
Mrs. Povy's naturally red face became white.
"What's up?" she gasped. "Has Lord Calliston bin doing anything wrong?"
"No, no," replied Dowker soothingly. "I only want to obtain some information about Miss Sarschine."
"I don't know that kind of pusson," said Totty angrily. "Never mind if you know her or not," retorted Dowker sternly, "but answer my questions."
Mrs. Povy sniffed and would have refused, but there was something in the detective's eye which quelled her, so she yielded an ungracious assent.
"When did Lord Calliston leave town for his yacht?"
"About a week ago--on Monday last."
"Where was his yacht lying?"
"At Shoreham. He went to London Bridge Station to catch the ten minutes past nine train. His yotsh was to leave next morning."