He twisted the American round in another direction, and called to a porter who had picked up their bags.
"All that's easy," he said.

"We'll stick these things in the left-luggage spot, dine here in the station, and go straight to the concert.

There, perhaps, during an interval, we might get in a word with this lady who sports two names.

Come on, now." He hurried his companion from the cloak-room to the dining-room, gave a quick order on his own behalf to the waiter, left Fullaway to give his own, and began to eat and drink with the vigour of a man who means to waste no time.
"There's one thing jolly certain, my lad!" he said presently, leaning confidentially across the table after he had munched in silence for a while.

"This Miss Lennard, or Mamselle, or Signora de Longarde, or whatever her real label is, hasn't got those jewels--confound 'em! Folks who steal things like that don't behave as she's doing." "I never thought she had stolen the jewels," answered Fullaway.