"You write them weekly screeds in the Siege Gazette?"
"I am responsible for some of the social paragraphs. Kindly say who is speaking?"
"Nobody that matters much. Can you tell me where Miss Mildare lives?"
"Not without knowing who you are."
"You may call me an old friend of hers," aid the thickish, lisping voice, with a sluggish chuckle in it that the little woman at the other end of the wire had heard ... where?...
"If you are an old friend of the young lady you mention, how is it you don't know her address?" she demanded.
"Keep her address all you want to. Only next time you come alongside her give her a message for me. Ask her if she remembers the Free State Hotel on the veld, three days' trek from Dreipoort, and Bough, who was her friend?"
Lady Hannah repeated:
"'And Bough, who was her friend.' You are Bough——?"
"Click!" Somebody had hung up the receiver.