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THE AUTHOR OF "TRIXIE"
Archdeacon Roach, and my husband here and I are in need of some kind of weapon against him. Do you think you can help us?"
"The Archdeacon of Cricklewood, isn't it?" inquired Mr. Pankhurst. "The other Archdeacon Roach, of Runcorn, has no daughter, I believe, madam, who is as young as you by several years."
Chloë shot a glance at Dunkle which said: "Didn't I tell you this fellow was some investigator? Do you mark, for example, how he knows not only that there are two Archdeacons Roach, but how old their respective daughters are? Did you know that there was an Archdeacon Roach of Runcorn? I'll be shot if I did."
"Yes," she replied, "my father is the Archdeacon of Cricklewood. How long do you think it'll take you, Mr. Pankhurst,
