My chimney-pot wants ironing.

Have it done to-morrow if I can find time." Polly scrutinized the costume of a girl walking with a soldier, and asked all at once indifferently: "Do you know anybody called Gildersleeve ?" "Gildersleeve?
Don't think so.No.

Why ?" She searched his face to make sure that he did not simulate ignorance.
"Well, you wanted me to find out where that lady lived--you know--her as was with Mr.C--at the theatre." "And you've got it ?" cried Gammon excitedly.
Yes, she had got it, and by consulting a directory at a public-house she had discovered the name of the family residing at that address.
Gildersleeve?
The name conveyed nothing to Mr.Gammon; none the less he was delighted.
"Good for you, Polly! But how did you do it ?" She put on an air of mystery.

Never mind how; there was the address, if he could make any use of it.

Gammon smiled provokingly.
"Some friend of yours, eh?
You're well off for friends, Polly.