“Your butler. He told me some absurd story, how that you had become temporarily irresponsible for your actions, and had disappeared, leaving no address.”
“And you came to London?”
“Of course.”
“And how did you find out where I was hidden, and my assumed name?”
She smiled mysteriously.
“It was easy enough, I assure you. A man of your influence in the City, and as well known as you are, has considerable difficulty in effectively concealing his identity.”
“But who told you where I was staying?” I demanded.
“Nobody. I discovered it for myself.”
“And yet the police have been searching for me everywhere, and have not yet discovered me!” I remarked, surprised.
“The police have one method,” she said. “I have an entirely different one.”