“Who was the man?” he asked Mrs. Grover, when they had gone back into the flat.
“I’m sure I don’t know his name, sir,” was her answer.
“You know him, perhaps. Is it the same who came here to speak with the girl I left in your charge?”
“I believe it is the same,” said Mrs. Grover, “though I didn’t see him well.”
“Oh, you believe. What on earth does he want of you?”
“He kept asking me questions. I told him to go about his business—”
“What did he want to know?”
“Whether I was satisfied with my place, and whether I didn’t think that a woman like me could better herself, considering the wages I’m getting—”
“That all he wanted to know?”