“I am not at liberty to say how I know it—but I do know it.”
“Are you at liberty to say how you found out my address?”
“Certainly. I got your address from Mrs. Clements.”
“Mrs. Clements is a foolish woman. Did she tell you to come here?”
“She did not.”
“Then, I ask you again, why did you come?”
As she was determined to have her answer, I gave it to her in the plainest possible form.
“I came,” I said, “because I thought Anne Catherick’s mother might have some natural interest in knowing whether she was alive or dead.”
“Just so,” said Mrs. Catherick, with additional self-possession. “Had you no other motive?”
I hesitated. The right answer to that question was not easy to find at a moment’s notice.