“Was she about twenty-one?” I asked eagerly.
“Yes—about that age,” was his reply. “But, of course, I have no idea whether it is the young lady you mean.”
“Had you seen her before?”
“I think so—once before. She was in the car in the Cascine with Mrs. De Gex.”
“I wonder how I could discover more about her?” I asked. “Who would know?”
“Robertson, the butler, or Mr. Henderson, the secretary.”
“The butler would be best,” I said. “How could I approach him, do you think? I don’t want to go up to the villa.”
“It would be easy. He’s often down at the Gambrinus in the afternoon. I frequently meet him there, and we have a drink and a chat.”
“Would he be there this afternoon? I do wish you would introduce me,” I urged. “The matter is an important personal one concerning myself.”