Oh, I can't think that--" "Can't you make an effort to remember her address ?" urged Fullaway.
"What can we do until we know that ?" Celia drew her fine eyebrows together in a palpable effort to think.
"I've got it somewhere," she said at last.

"I must have it somewhere--most likely in an address-book at my flat--I should be sure to put it down at the time." "Who is there at your flat ?" asked Fullaway.
"My housekeeper and a maid," answered Celia.

"They're always there, whether I'm at home or not.

But they couldn't get at what you want--all my papers and things are locked up--and in a hopeless state of confusion, too." Fullaway pushed aside his plate.
"Then there's only one thing to be done," he said, with an accent of finality.

"We must go up to town at once." Allerdyke, still quietly eating his supper, looked up.
"That's just what I was going to suggest," he said.