“Nice mother and son we little two would make, wouldn’t we?”
“That’s not the point. I’m afraid you are getting cold. You ought to have contrived to keep the girl till I came, though it is my own fault. But can’t anything be done now? Where is she gone to?”
“To Strauss, of course.”
“With the certificates?”
“I suppose so. I know nothing about it, and care less. I did try to keep her back a bit for your sake, but she was pretty keen to be gone to him when once she had his address, the underhanded little wretch!”
“But stop—how long is it since she has gone?”
“Not three minutes. It’s just possible that you might catch her up, if you look alive.”
“How can that be? I shouldn’t know her. I have never seen her. We may have passed each other in the street.”
“Listen. She is a small, slim girl with nearly white hair and little Chinese eyes. She has on a blue serge skirt with my old astrakhan bolero and a sailor hat. Now you can’t miss her.”
“But which way? Where does Strauss live?”