“No. A woman of high position.”
“Phew! A regular society scandal, I suppose?”
“That’s about the size of it.”
On arrival at Sloane Square they quickly ascended to No. 12 Raleigh Mansions.
A stout, elderly woman answered their knock, and a glance at her face revealed the map of Ireland, although her name was Saxon Robinson.
“Mr. Corbett in?” inquired White.
“Faix, he’s not.”
“Then where is he?”
“I don’t know, misther, an’ if I did I wouldn’t be afther telling when axed in an oncivil manner.”
“All right, Mrs. ——”