“Oh, he’s not really a lord. He’s the local coal merchant. They call him
Lord George at Blackstable because he’s so grand. It’s just a joke.”
“The quiddity of bucolic humour is often a trifle obscure to the
uninitiated,” said Allgood Newton.
“We must all help dear Edward in every way we can,” said Mrs. Barton
Trafford. Her eyes rested on me thoughtfully. “If Kemp has run away with
Rosie Driffield he must have left his wife.”
“I suppose so,” I replied.
“Will you do something very kind?”
“If I can.”
“Will you go down to Blackstable and find out exactly what has happened?
I think we ought to get in touch with the wife.”