“They wouldn’t tell me,” she continued. “So—I had to find out. You see, I heard you were trying to get information which I thought perhaps I could give.”
“So you went to the trouble to find my private address rather than to the nearest police station,” said Kerry. “Might I ask you from whom you heard that I wanted this information?”
“Well—it’s in the papers, isn’t it?”
“It is certainly. But it occurred to me that someone... connected might have told you as well.”
“Actually, someone did: Miss Margaret Halley.”
“Good!” rapped Kerry. “Now we’re coming to it. She told you to come to me?”
“Oh, no!” cried Mollie—“she didn’t. She told me to tell her so that she could tell the Home office.”
“Eh?” said Kerry, “eh?” He bent forward, staring fiercely. “Please tell me exactly what Miss Halley wanted to know.”
The intensity of his gaze Mollie found very perturbing, but:
“She wanted me to tell her where Mrs. Sin lived,” she replied.