“Where is Gabrielle Tennison?”
“In London—I believe.”
“Are you certain she is not here, in Florence?”
“Mr. De Gex told me that she came to Florence for a few days——”
“To visit him—eh?”
“I suppose so. But she has returned to London.”
“Do you know her address in London,” I asked very anxiously. “I ask you this in our mutual interests, Mrs. Cullerton,” I added confidentially.
“Yes. She lives with her mother in a maisonette in Longridge Road, Earl’s Court, I forget the number, but you could easily find out.”
“And she is there now, I presume?”
“I expect so—if what Mr. De Gex has told me is the truth.”