There was something about his manner which seemed to me to suggest some powerful emotion only kept in check by the exercise of a strong will.
"This is the person, I believe," he said in a slow measured tone, "with whom my son, Lord Blenavon, was said to have been intimate ?" "Lord Blenavon was certainly a constant visitor at Braster Grange," I answered.
"You know her address in London ?" the Duke asked.
"Yes." He turned and faced me.

He was certainly paler than he had been a few minutes ago.
"I should be glad," he said, "if you would arrange for me to have an interview with her." "An interview with Mrs.Smith-Lessing!" I repeated incredulously.
The Duke inclined his head.
"There are a few questions," he said, "which I wish to ask her." "I can give you her address," I said.
"I wish you to see her and arrange for the interview personally," the.
Duke answered.
"You will see that my visiting her does not prejudice me further with the Board, sir ?" I ventured to say.

"You can take that for granted," the Duke said.

So that afternoon I called at No.

29, Bloomsbury Street, and in a shabby back room of a gloomy, smoke-begrimed lodging-house I found my father and Mrs.Smith-Lessing.