“Close to the ‘Daniel Lambert,’” said an almost refined old voice.
And a pair of pathetic gray eyes peered up at her above a nose that was like a conflagration.
“Where’s that? What is it?”
“Don’t you know the ‘Daniel Lambert’?”
The voice sounded very surprised and almost suspicious.
“No.”
“It’s well known, very well known. I’m just popping round there to get a little something—eh!”
The voice died away.
“I want to find Great Cumberland Place.”
“Well, you’re pretty close to it. The ‘Daniel Lambert’s’ in the Edgware Road.”