“Certainly. He is known as Mr. Sydney H. Corbett.”
She gave a slight gasp.
“Why do you put it in that way? Is not that his right name?”
“I have reason to believe it is not.”
Mrs. Hillmer was so obviously distressed that Bruce inwardly reviled himself for causing her so much unnecessary suffering. In all probability, the source of her emotion had not the remotest bearing upon his quest.
Then came the pertinent query, after a glance at his card, which she still held in her hand:
“Who are you, Mr.—Mr. Claude Bruce?”
“I am a member of the Bar, of the Inner Temple. My chambers are No. 7 Paper Buildings, and my private residence is given there.”
“And why are you interested in Mr. Sydney Corbett?”