This was a dictum that at one time had occasioned Mrs.Rossiter considerable perturbation.

It was alarming to think that by crossing the Marylebone Road or migrating to Cambridge Terrace you had passed out of Society.
It took the police a deuce of a time--two months--to make use effectively of the information contained in Mrs.Rossiter's scrap of burnt paper; though the statement of their anonymous correspondent that Vivie Warren and David Williams were probably the same person helped to locate Mr.Michaelis's office.

It was soon ascertained that Miss Vivien Warren, well known as a sort of Society speaker on Suffrage, lived at the Lilacs in Victoria Road, Kensington.

But when a plain-clothes policeman called at Victoria Road he was only told by the Suffragette caretaker (whose mother now usually lived with her to console her for her mistress's frequent absences) that Miss Warren was away just then, had recently been much away from home, probably abroad where her mother lived.

(Here the enquirer registered a mental note: Miss Warren has a mother living abroad: could it be _the_ Mrs.Warren ?).