MR.

"OKASAKI" In fifteen minutes Brett was bowling along Knightsbridge in a hansom, having left Hume with a strict injunction to rack his brains for any further undiscovered facts bearing upon the inquiry, and turn up promptly at ten o'clock next morning.
Although the hour was late for calling upon a complete stranger, the barrister could not rest until he had inspected the Jiro menage.No.

17 was a long way from the ground level.

Indeed, the cats of Kensington, if sufficiently enterprising, inhabitated the floor above.
He rang, and was surveyed with astonishment by a very small maid-servant.
"Is Mr.Numagawa Jiro at home ?" he inquired.
"No, sir, but Mrs.Jiro is." An infantine wail from one of the apartments showed that there was also a young Jiro.
The maid neither advanced nor retreated.

She simply stood stock still, petrified by the sight of a well-dressed visitor.
Brett suggested that she should inform her mistress of his presence.
"Please, sir," whispered the girl, "are you from Ipswich ?" "No; from Victoria Street." "I only asked, sir, because master is particular about people from Ipswich.