“Lord, no! Catch her! She’s gone to Lummidge’s Hotel. With her maid. Took a suite.”
“Why——”
“The mater made a row with her.”
“Whatever for?”
“Harry.”
My cousin stared at the situation.
“It broke out,” said Fred.
“What broke out?”
“The row. Harry’s gone daft on her, Addy says.”
“On Miss Waters?”