"How did you find us, by the way?" asked Marjorie. "It was rather clever of you."
"I set an investigation on foot," replied Uncle Fred with a not very successful assumption of grandeur.
"Quite a little Sherlock Holmes!" remarked an approving voice.
Despite himself, Uncle Fred looked round. The small siren in the arm-chair was regarding him with obvious interest. Doubtless she was taking his moral measure, with a view to ultimate conquest. As a matter of fact, Liss was wondering whether it would be feasible to borrow five shillings from him.
"How did you set about it?" Marjorie continued.
"I decided not to question the police. We were anxious to have as little scandal as possible—"
Marjorie rose with some deliberation, and took her stand upon the hearthrug exactly opposite her diplomatic relative.
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I began by instituting inquiries among the London theatrical managers."
"Then you knew I was working on the stage?"