“Good night, and thank you very much indeed!” Rosamund called after him with warm cordiality.
“I’m glad you’ve got back, miss. We were in a way. It’s ever so late.”
“I got lost in the fog. That dear old man rescued me.”
“I’m very thankful, miss, I’m sure.”
The girl seemed stiffened with astonishment. She shut the street door automatically.
“He used to be a chemist once.”
“Did he, miss?”
“Yes, quite a successful one too; just off Hanover Square, he told me. He was going round to get something for his supper when we met.”
“Indeed, miss?”
Rosamund went upstairs.