“No, sir; I think it was Hawks. But I’ll inquire, sir, if you’ll wait a minute. Won’t you walk in?”
Mr. Dainty entered the house, and was shown into one of the parlors, where, after waiting a short time, a lady joined him.
“Pardon this intrusion,” said Mr. Dainty, rising. “But I am in search of an Englishwoman who some three or four weeks ago took boarding in this neighborhood. Your servant informs me that there was a person here answering to her description.”
“What was the name of the woman of whom you are in search?” was inquired.
“Jeckyl,” replied Mr. Dainty.
The lady shook her head.
“She may have reason to pass by another name,” remarked Mr. Dainty.
“I don’t know how that may be. A tall, sinister-looking Englishwoman, with an eye that held a lurking serpent, took boarding here some weeks ago. But she only remained three or four days. She was disagreeable to us, and we made ourselves disagreeable to her; and so we parted.”
“Where did she go?” Mr. Dainty asked, eagerly.
The lady shook her head.