“What do you want with Madame Rocada?” asked she.
There was a moment’s hesitancy on the part of the man, and then his companion nodded to him to go on:—
“Well, ma’am, it appears that Madame Rocada was a lady that lived in Paris, and that came over here. And her friends have set to work to trace her.”
Audrey’s breath came fast. The lady in white! The White Countess!
“Well!” said she.
The man went on:—
“She has been traced, ma’am, to London, and to this house—this very floor—but no farther.”
There was another ominous pause. Audrey merely bowed her head. She dared not speak.
Then the man went on:—
“So we’ve been sent—among other things—to make inquiries, ma’am.”