“Victor Jones was the name I was christened by,” answered Jones.
“Quite so, American?”
“American.”
“Now, Mr. Jones, as a matter of formality, may I ask where you live in America?”
“Philadelphia.”
“And in Philadelphia what might be your address?”
“Number one thousand, one hundred and one, Walnut Street,” replied Jones.
Cavendish averted his head for a moment and the Duke shifted his position on the hearthrug, leaving his elbow on the mantel and caressing for a moment his chin.
“Just so,” said Simms. “Have you any family?”