"She is staying here," I said, "staying with Mrs. Stapleton."
"With Mrs. who?"
"Mrs. Stapleton."
"You have mistaken the house. There's nobody of that name here."
"Well, Mr. Gastrell, then," I said irritably. "Ask Mr. Gastrell if I can see him."
"I tell you, sir, you've come to the wrong house," the maid said sharply.
"Then who does live here?" I exclaimed, beginning to lose my temper.
The maid looked me up and down.
"I'm not going to tell you," she answered; and, before I could speak again, she had shut the door in my face.