“You haven’t told me her address,” he said suddenly.
He decided that it would be better to send the letter––he did not want to see her. He hated a scene as much as Ashton did.
Ashton was at the top of the stairs.
“It’s on the letter. What have you done with it?”
There was an irritable note in his voice. “Don’t leave it lying there for that man of yours to see.”
Micky went back into the room. The letter lay on the table where Ashton had thrown it down.
He picked it up, glancing casually at the written address as he did so. Then suddenly his tall figure stiffened, and a curiously blank look filled his eyes, for the name scribbled there in Ashton’s writing was––
“Miss Esther Shepstone,” and, below it, the number of the very horrid boarding-house in the Brixton Road.