Of course I started off at once to see Mrs. Purvis.

Parmalee came just as I was leaving the inn, and was of course anxious and inquisitive to know where I was going, and what I was going to do.

At first I thought I would take him into my confidence, and I even thought of taking him with me.  But I felt sure I could do better work alone.  It might be that Mrs. Egerton Purvis should turn out to be an important factor in the case, and I suppose it was really an instinct of vanity that made me prefer to look her up without Parmalee by my side.

So I told him that I was going to New York on a matter in connection with the case, but that I preferred to go alone, but I would tell him the entire result of my mission as soon as I returned.  I think he was a little disappointed, but he was a good-natured chap, and bade me a cheerful goodby, saying he would meet me on my return.

I went to New York and went straight to the Albion Hotel.

Learning at the desk that the lady was really there, I sent my card up to her with a request for an immediate audience, and very soon I was summoned to her apartment.

She greeted me with that air of frigid reserve typical of an English woman.  Though not unattractive to look at, she possessed the high cheekbones and prominent teeth which are almost universal in the women of her nation.  She was perhaps between thirty and forty years old, and had the air of a grande dame.

“Mr. Burroughs?” she said, looking through her lorgnon at my card, which she held in her hand.

“Yes,” I assented, and judging from her appearance that she was a woman of a decided and straightforward nature I came at once to the point.

“I’m a detective, madam,” I began, and the remark startled her out of her calm.

“A detective!” she cried out, with much the same tone as if I had said a rattlesnake.

“Do not be alarmed, I merely state my profession to explain my errand.”

“Not be alarmed! when a detective comes to see me!  How can I help it?  Why, I’ve never had such an experience before.  It is shocking!  I’ve met many queer people in the States, but not a detective!  Reporters are bad enough!”

“Don’t let it disturb you so, Mrs. Purvis.  I assure you there is nothing to trouble you in the fact of my presence here, unless it is trouble of your own making.”

“Trouble of my own making!” she almost shrieked.  “Tell me at once what you mean, or I shall ring the bell and have you dismissed.”

Her fear and excitement made me think that perhaps I was on the track of new developments, and lest she should carry out her threat of ringing the bell, I plunged at once into the subject.

“Mrs. Purvis, have you lost a gold-mesh bag?” I said bluntly.

“No, I haven’t,” she snapped, “and if I had, I should take means to recover it, and not wait for a detective to come and ask me about it.”