"Miss Mary Scott," he repeated aloud. "Are you sure that the young lady
asked to see me?"
"Quite sure, your lordship," the servant answered.
"Scott. The name sounds familiar, somehow!" Lord Arranmore said.
"Haven't I heard you mention it, Brooks?
"Miss Scott is the niece of Mr. Bullsom, one of my best clients, a
large builder in Medchester," Brooks answered. "Why?"
He stopped suddenly short. Arranmore glanced towards him in polite
unconcern.
"You saw her with me at Mellon's, in Medchester. You asked me her
name."
Lord Arranmore bent the card in his forefinger, and dropped his
eyeglass.
"So that is the young lady," he remarked. "I remember her distinctly.
But I do not understand what she can want within me. Is she by any
chance, Brooks, one of those young persons who go about with a
collecting-card--who want money for missions and that sort of thing? If
so, I am afraid she has wasted her cab fare."
"She is not in the least that sort of person," Brooks answered,
emphatically. "I have no idea what she wants to see you about, but I
am convinced that her visit has a legitimate object.
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