“You said Bishopriggs and the woman would be here at six this evening.”
“Yes.”
“Where are they to be found before that?”
Mr. Moy wrote a few words on a slip of paper, and handed it to Geoffrey. “At their lodgings,” he said. “There is the address.”
Geoffrey took the address, and left the room. Lawyer and client parted without a word on either side.
Returning to the cab, Geoffrey found the lad steadily waiting at his post.
“Has any thing happened?”
“The lady hasn’t moved, Sir, since you left her.”
“Is Perry at the public house?”
“Not at this time, Sir.”