Miss Wigram is coming--this afternoon." Rachel Dunstable stood stupefied--with her hand on the bell.
"Miss Wigram--coming." "Don't you see ?" cried Doris.

"She was to spend all yesterday afternoon and evening in seeing two or three people--people who know.

There is a friend of my uncle's--an artist--who saw a great deal of Miss Flink, and got to know a lot about her.

Of course he may not have been willing to say anything, but I think he probably would--he was so mad with her for a trick she played him in the middle of a big piece of work.

And if he was able to put us on any useful track, then Miss Wigram was to come up here straight, and tell you everything she could.