10/18 It's something," Mamie pursued, with some inconsequence, "that--somewhere or other, at some time or other--he appears to have done. Something that has made a difference in his life." "'Something' ?" Lady Wantridge echoed again. "What kind of thing ?" Mamie looked up at the light above the door, through which the London sky was doubly dim. "I haven't the least idea." "Then what kind of difference ?" Mamie's gaze was still at the light. |