He had taken down a sort of ledger as the manager spoke, and was now turning over its leaves.
He suddenly ran his finger down a page and stopped its course at a particular line.
"Mrs.Salmon, 5, Montargis Crescent--second to the right outside," he announced briefly.

"Very good lodgings, too, are those." Gilling promised Mr.Montmorency that he would look him up later on, and went away with Copplestone to Montargis Crescent.

Within five minutes they were standing in a comfortably furnished, old-fashioned sitting-room, liberally ornamented with the photographs of actors and actresses and confronting a stout, sharp-eyed little woman who listened intently to all that Gilling said and sniffed loudly when he had finished.
"Remember Miss Chatfield being here!" she exclaimed.

"I should think I do remember! I ought to! Bringing mortal sickness into my house--and then death--and then a funeral--and her and her father going away never giving me an extra penny for the trouble!".