She had a healthy distrust of the tribe, and
was wondering if, after all, it would not have been better to have
risked the inspector's writing to any address she may have given at
Melkbridge, rather than trust any chance lawyer with the matter,
when she remembered that her old acquaintance, Miss Meakin, was
engaged to a solicitor's clerk. She resolved to seek out Miss
Meakin, and ask her to get her betrothed's advice and assistance. As
she did not know Miss Meakin's present address, she thought the
quickest way to obtain it was to call on her old friend Miss Nippett
at Blomfield Road, Shepherd's Bush, who kept the register of all
those who attended "Poulter's."
She had never quite lost touch with the elderly accompanist; they
had sent each other cards at Christmas and infrequently exchanged
picture postcards, Miss Nippett's invariably being a front view of
"Poulter's," with Mr Poulter on the steps in such a position as not
to obscure "Turpsichor" in the background.
Mavis travelled by the Underground to Shepherd's Bush, from where it
was only five minutes' walk to Miss Nippett's. The whole way down,
she was so dazed by her loss that she could give no thought to
anything else.
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