"They went to Kensington Gardens. They have not come
back--and it is nine o'clock. They are always at home by six."
"Will you sit down," he said. The man with the steady face was
listening intently, and she realized he was doing so and that,
somehow, it was well that he should.
"I do not think there is time for any one to sit down," she said,
speaking more quickly than before. "It is not only that she has
not come back. Fraulein Hirsch has presented her to one of her old
employers-a Lady Etynge. Robin was delighted with her. She has a
daughter who is in France--,"
"Marguerite staying with her aunt in Paris," suddenly put in the
voice of the blunt-featured man from his side of the room.
"Helene at a Covent in Tours," corrected Mademoiselle, turning a
paling countenance towards him and then upon Coombe. "Lady Etynge
spoke of wanting to engage some nice girl as a companion to her
daughter, who is coming home. Robin thought she might have the
good fortune to please her. She was to go to Lady Etynge's house
to tea sine afternoon and be shown the rooms prepared for Helene.
She thought the mother charming."
"Did she mention the address?" Coombe asked at once.
"The house was in Berford Place-a large house at a corner. She
chanced to see Lady Etynge go into it one day or we should not
have known. She did not notice the number. Fraulein Hirsch thought
it was 97A.
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