The woman listened, with only a terse remark here and there.

Once more they stood in the hall.
"Is there anything else you would like to see ?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied, "but there is one thing more I have to say." He waited in stolid silence.
"Only a week ago," she went on, looking him in the face, "I told a man who is what you call, I think, an inquiry agent, that I would give a hundred pounds if he could discover that young woman for me within twenty-four hours." Tavernake started, and the smile came back to the lips of Mrs.Wenham Gardner.

After all, perhaps she had found the way! "A hundred pounds is a great deal of money," he said thoughtfully.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Not so very much," she replied.

"About a fortnight's rent of this house, Mr.Tavernake." "Is the offer still open ?" he asked.
She looked into his eyes, and her face had once more the beautiful ingenuousness of a child.
"Mr.Tavernake," she said, "the offer is still open.

Get into the car with me and drive back to my rooms at the Milan Court, and I will give you a cheque for a hundred pounds at once.