FROME. You say a woman. Do you mean that she came to the office?
COKESON. Ye-es.
FROME. What for?
COKESON. Asked to see young Falder; he was out at the moment.
FROME. Did you see her?
COKESON. I did.
FROME. Did she come alone?
COKESON. [Confidentially] Well, there you put me in a difficulty. I mustn't tell you what the office-boy told me.
FROME. Quite so, Mr. Cokeson, quite so——
COKESON. [Breaking in with an air of "You are young—leave it to me">[ But I think we can get round it. In answer to a question put to her by a third party the woman said to me: "They're mine, sir."