“Thank you, Mr. Blagge; and now, Miss Saverel—where does she live?”
“I’m afraid I really can’t say that—I’ve never had occasion to enquire.”
“Can you find it out without asking?”
“Oh yes, I can look in the address-book. I’ll do so at once.”
Mr. Blagge was only away a few seconds and returned with a small note-book in his hand.
“Here it is, you see, Inspector: 94 Bloomsbury Lane, W.C.”
“Bloomsbury?”
Poole quickly smothered his surprise.
“Perhaps I might see the young lady,” he said. “If you would ask her to come in here I should not have to keep you from your work any longer.”
The manager nodded and made his way to the room next door, which he shared with the secretary.