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who your were. I'm going on another tack; I'm trying to

find out by various little tests who I am NOT - that will



narrow the range of uncertainty down a bit. You may have

noticed, for instance, that I'm lunching principally off



lobster Newburg."

Jerton had not ventured to notice anything of the



sort.

"It's an extravagance, because it's one of the most



expensive dishes on the menu, but at any rate it proves

that I'm not Lady Starping; she never touches shell-fish,



and poor Lady Braddleshrub has no digestion at all; if I

am HER I shall certainly die in agony in the course of



the afternoon, and the duty of finding out who I am will

devolve on the press and the police and those sort of



people; I shall be past caring. Lady Knewford doesn't

know one rose from another and she hates men, so she



wouldn't have spoken to you in any case; and Lady

Mousehilton flirts with every man she meets - I haven't



flirted with you, have I?"

Jerton hastily gave the required assurance.



"Well, you see," continued the lady, "that knocks

four off the list at once."



"It'll be rather a lengthy process bringing the list

down to one," said Jerton.



"Oh, but, of course, there are heaps of them that I

couldn't possibly be - women who've got grandchildren or



sons old enough to have celebrated their coming of age.

I've only got to consider the ones about my own age. I



tell you how you might help me this afternoon, if you

don't mind; go through any of the back numbers of COUNTRY



LIFE and those sort of papers that you can find in the

smoking-room, and see if you come across my portrait with



infant son or anything of that sort. It won't take you

ten minutes. I'll meet you in the lounge about tea-time.



Thanks awfully."

And the Fair Unknown, having graciously pressed



Jerton into the search for her lost identity, rose and

left the room. As she passed the young man's table she



halted for a moment and whispered:

"Did you notice that I tipped the waiter a shilling?



We can cross Lady Ulwight off the list; she would have

died rather than do that."



At five o'clock Jerton made his way to the hotel

lounge; he had spent a diligent but fruitless quarter of



an hour among the illustrated weeklies in the smoking-

room. His new acquaintance was seated at a small tea-



table, with a waiter hovering in attendance.

"China tea or Indian?" she asked as Jerton came up.



"China, please, and nothing to eat. Have you

discovered anything?"



"Only negative information. I'm not Lady Befnal.

She disapproves dreadfully of any form of gambling, so



when I recognised a well-known book maker in the hotel

lobby I went and put a tenner on an unnamed filly by



William the Third out of Mitrovitza for the three-fifteen

race. I suppose the fact of the animal being nameless



was what attracted me."

Did it win?" asked Jerton.



"No, came in fourth, the most irritating thing a

horse can do when you've backed it win or place. Anyhow,



I know now that I'm not Lady Befnal."

"It seems to me that the knowledge was rather dearly



bought," commented Jerton.

"Well, yes, it has rather cleared me out," admitted



the identity-seeker; "a florin is about all I've got left

on me. The lobster Newburg made my lunch rather an



expensive one, and, of course, I had to tip that boy for

what he did to the Kestrel-Smith locks. I've got rather



a useful idea, though. I feel certain that I belong to

the Pivot Club; I'll go back to town and ask the hall



porter there if there are any letters for me. He knows

all the members by sight, and if there are any letters or



telephone messages waiting for me of course that will

solve the problem. If he says there aren't any I shall



say: 'You know who I am, don't you?' so I'll find out

anyway."






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