Chapter Eighteen.
Joe Corney’s Advice.
Wending his way through the crowded streets, Joe soon reached the door of the house in Russell Square which belonged to Mrs Denman.
The good lady had made use of a cab after quitting Miss Deemas, so that she was at home and seated in a luxuriously easy chair in her splendidly furnished drawing-room when the fireman applied the knocker.
“Does Mrs Denman stop here, my dear?” said Joe to the smart servant-girl who opened the door.
“Yes,” replied the girl, “and she told me to show you up to the drawing-room whenever you came. Step this way.”
Joe pulled off his cap and followed the maid, who ushered him into the presence of the little old lady.
“Pray take a chair,” said Mrs Denman, pointing to one which had evidently been placed close to hers on purpose. “You are a fireman, I understand?”