I don't know if you remember me--Clare Dedmond's
brother.
MALISE. I remember you.
[He motions to the stolid Boy to go outside again]
HUNTINGDON. I've come to you, sir, as a gentleman----
MALISE. Some mistake. There is one, I believe, on the first floor.
HUNTINGDON. It's about my sister.
MALISE. D--n you! Don't you know that I've been shadowed these last
three months? Ask your detectives for any information you want.
HUNTINGDON. We know that you haven't seen her, or even known where
she is.
MALISE. Indeed! You've found that out? Brilliant!
HUNTINGDON. We know it from my sister.
MALISE. Oh! So you've tracked her down?
HUNTINGDON. Mrs. Fullarton came across her yesterday in one of those
big shops--selling gloves.
MALISE. Mrs. Fullarton the lady with the husband. Well! you've got
her. Clap her back into prison.
HUNTINGDON. We have not got her. She left at once, and we don't
know where she's gone.
MALISE. Bravo!
HUNTINGDON. [Taking hold of his bit] Look here, Mr. Malise, in a
way I share your feeling, but I'm fond of my sister, and it's
damnable to have to go back to India knowing she must be all adrift,
without protection, going through God knows what! Mrs. Fullarton
says she's looking awfully pale and down.
MALISE. [Struggling between resentment and sympathy] Why do you
come to me?
HUNTINGDON. We thought----
MALISE. Who?
HUNTINGDON. My--my father and myself.
MALISE.
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