‘Just as you say,’ replied Mr. Pomfret. ‘And, look here—may I push round to-morrow—at least, it’s this morning, isn’t it?—and make inquiries and all that? Only proper, you know. When shall you be in? Please!’
‘No visitors in the morning,’ said Harriet, promptly. ‘I don’t know what I shall be doing in the afternoon. But you can always ask at the Lodge.’
‘Oh, I may? That’s top-hole. I’ll call—and if you’re not there I’ll leave a note. I mean, you must come round and have tea or a cocktail or something. And I do honestly promise it shan’t happen again, if I can help it.’
‘All right. By the way—what time did Miss Cattermole arrive at your friend’s place?’
‘Oh—about half-past nine, I think. Couldn’t be sure. Why?’
‘I only wondered whether her initials were in the porter’s book. But I’ll se
