"We have learned that much, Mrs. Butler, but we have been unable to locate her."
"It is too bad. I suppose Mr. Butler considers it all my fault. I don't. Pow persuaded Ethel to act as she did, I am sure. I don't know as I am to be held accountable in such a case."
Old King Brady all this time had been sizing the woman up.
With her husband's letter in his pocket, which told him of family jars, accusing Mrs. Butler of aiding and abetting Ethel in her Chinese escapade, and even hinting at the necessity of a speedy divorce for the writer, he saw plainly that some powerful motive other than love for her adopted daughter must have influenced her when she made this sudden move.
He resolved to shake her off and turn her over to Alice, telling her nothing about Ed.
"Mrs. Butler," he said, "let me be perfectly frank with you. Since Mr. Butler could not come to us, we must decline to pursue this case any further. All I have been able to learn about your daughter came to me through a certain female detective, a woman who is partly Chinese. She has a room on Pell street, in Chinatown. Better see her this afternoon. I happen to know that she will be in her room at three o'clock. No doubt she will be glad to help you along in the matter. She is a person you can rely on."
The woman looked surprised.
Old King Brady felt that she also looked rather relieved.
"What is this woman's name?" she asked.
"Her real name is Chinese. I forget it," was the reply. "She goes by the name of Gertrude Brown. Here is her address."