"What could you do ?" Sam Stay showed his teeth in a grin.
"Well, anyway, you're not likely to meet her for some time.

She is in a nursing home," said Milburgh, "and the nursing home," he went on deliberately, "is at 304, Cavendish Place." "304, Cavendish Place," repeated Sam.

"That's near Regent Street, isn't it ?" "I don't know where it is," said Mr.Milburgh.

"She is at 304, Cavendish Place, so that it is very unlikely that you will meet her for some time." He rose to his feet, and he saw the man was shaking from head to foot like a man in the grip of ague.
"304, Cavendish Place," he repeated, and without another word turned his back on Mr.Milburgh and slunk away.
That worthy gentleman looked after him and shook his head, and then rising, turned and walked in the other direction.

It was just as easy to take a ticket for the Continent at Waterloo station as it was at Charing Cross.