Miss Skinner bowed. She was tall and thin, angular and severe, a typical headmistress, stern and unyielding.
“I am,” Slotman lied, “a solicitor from London, and I am interested in a young lady who a matter of three years ago was, I believe, a pupil in this school.”
“Indeed?”
“Miss Joan Meredyth,” said Slotman.
“Miss Meredyth was a pupil here at the time you mention, three years ago. It was three years ago that she left.”
“In June?” Slotman asked.
“I think so. Is it important that you know?”
“Very!”
“I will go and look up my books.” In a few minutes Miss Skinner was back.
“Miss Meredyth left us in the June of nineteen hundred and eighteen,” she said.