“What! Is she one of those scheming chorus-girls?”
“It appears so.”
“But has he had the effrontery to mention her in this way to other ladies? It is rather amusing! Why, it used to be said that Helen Tower was his belle amie.”
“All the more reason, perhaps, why she may be willing to give you the address, if she knows it.”
“I’ll see her this very afternoon.”
“Then I must leave you at leisure now,” said Meiklejohn sympathetically.
An hour later Mrs. Carshaw was with Helen Tower, and the name of Winifred Bartlett arose between them.
“But he did not give me her address,” said Mrs. Tower. “Do you want it pressingly?”
“Why, yes. Have you not heard that there is a question of marriage?”