"No one. I saw—"
"Didn't Foxy?"
"No one did. I saw the card in the window."
"Please to walk upstairs."
Mavis followed the woman up unswept stairs to the first floor, where the landlady fumbled with a key in the lock of a door.
"S'pose you know Foxy?" she queried.
"No. Who is he?"
"'E goes about the West End and brings me lady lodgers."
"I'm from the country," remarked Mavis.
"You a dear little bird from far away? You've fallen on a pretty perch, my dear, an' you can thank Gawd you ain't got with some as I could mention."