He sent for Mansus.
"You saw Lady Bartholomew off at Charing Cross, I suppose ?" Mansus nodded.
"She went alone ?" "She took her maid, but otherwise she was alone.

I thought she looked ill." "She has been looking ill for months past," said T.X., without any visible expression of sympathy.
"Did she take Belinda Mary ?" Mansus was puzzled.

"Belinda Mary ?" he repeated slowly.

"Oh, you mean the daughter.

No, she's at a school somewhere in France." T.X.whistled a snatch of a popular song, closed the little red book with a snap and replaced it in his desk.
"I wonder where on earth people dig up names like Belinda Mary ?" he mused.