You haven't seen those two ladies again,
nor either one of them?"
"You're wrong there," she cried triumphantly.
"Hollo! Steady, Polly. It wasn't the foreigner then?"
"How did you know?"
Gammon chuckled over his good luck.
"Never mind. We'll come to that another time. Who was she with, my
dear?"
"Another lady and gentleman, much younger than her. I stood near 'em
as long as I could and listened with all my ears, but I couldn't
hear nothing any use. But I saw as they went away in a private
kerridge, all three together; I saw that much."
"And found where they went to?"
"Go along. How could I?"
"Might have been managed, Polly," he answered musingly. "Never mind,
better luck next time. What you've got to do, my angel, is to find
where that lady lives--the one that sat next our friend, you know,
not the foreigner. Keep your eyes open, Polly, and be smart, and if
you tell me where she lives then I shall have something more to say
to you. It's between me and you, my beauty. You just bring me that
little bit of information and you won't regret it.
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