"It might have been Perrin."
"Never. Not after she got here and set up in business. More likely
Lestrange or Delacourt—"
"Was there a Delacourt?"
"Not that I remember. I don't see light anywhere. Of course it won't take me twenty-four hours to get hold of the history and appearance of every queen who was named Marie fifteen years ago, and your description helps a lot. Records were burned, but some of the older men on the force are walking archives. For the matter of that you might draw out some old codger in your club and get as much as I can give you—"
"Rather not! I think I'll have to give you my confidence."
"Much the shortest and straightest route. Just fancy you're takin' a nasty dose of medicine for the good of your health. I guess this is a case where I can't work in the dark."
"Have you ever noticed an elderly woman, seated in the court of the
Palace Hotel—immensely stout?"
"I should say I had. One of the sights of S.F. Why—of course—she's your mother-in-law!"
"Has there been any talk about her!"
"Some comment on her size. And her childlike delight in watchin' the show."