CHAPTER TWOLord Lanwood stared at the Vicar in astonishment.
“Your daughter!” he exclaimed. “But why should she know the slang of the lowest form of French?”
The Vicar smiled.
“It’s a rather strange story,” he replied, “but, when my daughter and I visited France we learnt that a very poor relation I had not seen for many years was extremely ill. He lived in the poorest part of Paris where the type of people you have been describing live.”
He hesitated for a moment before he went on,
“He was really desperately ill. In fact I thought it was only a question of days before he died. I therefore went, with my daughter, Isa, to what you would think was a very common hotel, but it was the only one available in that part of Paris.”
He sighed before continuing,
“I spent most of my time at the
