'Out Whitechapel way.'
'But please tell me the exact place. I happen to know Whitechapel pretty well.'
'Off Whitechapel Road there.'
'Where?'
He made a sulky effort to evade. Mrs. Sarrasin was not to be so easily evaded.
'Tell me,' she said, 'the name of the street you live in, and the name of any streets near to it, and how they lie with regard to each other. Come, don't think about it, but tell me; you must know where you live and work.'
'I don't want to have you puzzlin' and worritin' me.'
'Can you tell me where this street is'—she named a street—'or this court, or that hospital, or the nearest omnibus stand to the hospital?'
No, he didn't remember any of these places; he had enough to do mindin' of his work.
'This man doesn't live in Whitechapel,' Mrs. Sarrasin said composedly. She put on no air of triumph—she never put on any airs of triumph or indeed airs of any kind.