I asked all who might be likely to know.

No one could tell me.

I could not get away from my station.

So that I had to leave it to chance." They walked down the drive, and then turned off past the croquet lawn towards a garden of roses and jasmine and chrysanthemums.
"And chance, after all, has been my friend," he said with a smile.
Violet Oliver stopped suddenly.

Linforth turned to her.