“Who the devil’s Hilda’s mother?”
“I don’t know, but you might find out. She strongly disapproves of Hilda’s making speeches, and if she knew what is going on here I expect she’d stop it. She’d stop Hilda anyhow.”
“Is Hilda the other one.”
“Yes,” I said. “The minor one.”
Titherington got out a note book and a pencil.
“What’s her address?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Never mind. I’ll hunt all the directories till I find her. What’s her name?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, what’s the girl’s name? I suppose the mother’s is the same unless she’s married again.”