"No, that's odd," added Hersham, staring at Fanks. "How did she get it?"
"From Miss Colmer."
"I have never given any but my London address to Miss Colmer. I had my reasons for not doing so."
"So Mrs. Boazoph knew of your address without your telling her," said the detective, stretching out his hand for the letter. "Queer! If I am not mistaken I--By Jove!"
"What is the matter?"
"Wait. Wait," said Fanks, in great excitement. "Let me read the letter first. My word, here is a discovery."
"What discovery?" asked Hersham, staring at the letter.
But Fanks paid no attention to him. He was already devouring the communication from the landlady of the Red Star, which ran as follows:--
"Dear Mr. Edward Hersham,--Come and see me at once. Important business, and, in the meantime, hold no communication with the man who calls himself Fanks. I will explain when we meet.--Yours, Louisa Boazoph."
"I wish you had shown me this before," said Fanks.