But I know her name was a common one, like Smith or Jones, and I _think_ it was Jones.

And I know she said she lived on Westminster Road or Blackfriars Road, or some other road leading over a bridge, which I remember because it made me think about the river.

But I couldn't tell which," said the girl in answer to the cross-questioning.
"And is that all you can tell us ?" inquired Lady Belgrade.
"I beg pardon, my lady, but that is all I can remember," meekly replied the girl.
"Then you might as well remember nothing.

You can go!" said Lady Belgrade, in deep displeasure.
The girl retired, a little crestfallen.
"Is there any other fool you would like to have called up and cross-examined, Duke ?" sarcastically inquired the lady.
The duke made a gesture of negation.

And the lady relapsed into painful silence.
And now another weary, weary hour crept by without bringing news of the lost one.
The watchers seemed to "possess their souls" in patience, if not "in peace." There was really nothing to be done but to wait.