“A month ago.”
“Where can I find her?”
“Don’t know.”
“Where did she go when she left your house?”
“Don’t know, sir.”
The waiter’s manner showed some impatience, as if the very name of the woman were an offence to him.
“I wish to see Mrs. Brainard. Is she at home?”
“Yes, sir. Walk into the parlor, and I will call her down.”
Mr. Dainty went into the parlor, and in a few moments the woman who kept the boarding-house entered.
“You had a Mrs. Jeckyl here a few weeks ago?” said Mr. Dainty.