It was Clara who opened the door. Seeing ‘Arry, she took him for a beggar, shook her head, and was closing the door against him, when she heard—
‘Is Mrs. Rodman in, mum?’
‘Mrs.—who?’
‘Mrs. Rodman.’
Clara’s eyes flashed as they searched his face.
‘What do you want with Mrs. Rodman?’
‘Want to see her, mum.’
‘Do you know her when you see her?’
‘Sh’ think I do,’ replied ‘Arry with a grin. But he thought it prudent to refrain from explanation.
‘How do you know she lives here?’