“Glad to see you, Mr. Trackem,” he observes heartily. “Began to fear you were not coming. A little late, eh?”
“A little, my lord, but I was usefully employed.”
“Made out where she is, Mr. Trackem?”
“Yes,” responds this latter solemnly.
Lord Westray rubs his hands delightedly.
“Where?” he asks eagerly.
“Near Windsor, my lord. I found it out by shadowing Mr. D’Estrange.”
“Capital!” exclaims Lord Westray, with a laugh. “And does she still go under the name of Mrs. de Lara?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Now, Mr. Trackem, what are your plans?”