w where they had been, or had any idea
rather. For as to _knowing_, we had not known; we had only guessed.

'Then you _were_ there, after all,' said Maud. 'I thought so.'

'But how did you get the address without going to the Barrys for it?'
said Hebe. 'We sent there. Barstow went himself. Oh, Anne, you have
frightened us so, especially poor darling mums!'

Then at last Anne and Serry began to look rather ashamed of themselves.
Mother, after the first exclamation, had not spoken. She went back into
the library, looking whiter than before almost, and I felt too disgusted
with Anne's thoughtlessness to ask any questions. Still, I _was_ very
curious to know all about it, and so were we all.

Anne followed mums into the library--she was really frightened by this
time, I think.

'Tell me all about it,' said mother.

So they did--Anne first, of course, and Serena putting in her word now
and then. It was just as we had thought about the first part of it. They
had gone to find out about the brooch. Rodney Square wasn't far off, and
Anne was sure she knew the way there, and would be back directly. But
after all, it wasn't so easy to find as she expected. It makes a great
difference when it's dark--the turnings are so like each other,
especially where there are no shops. They did get to Rodney Square at
last, but they must have gone a very roundabout way, and when they
_were_ there, there was a new difficulty: they knew the Barrys' house by
sight, or they thought they did, but they didn't know the number, only
that it was a corner one. They came to one corner, one that looked
something like it, and Anne thought they'd better try. So they went up
the steps and rang the bell, and a footman opened.

'Does Mrs. Barry live here?' asked Anne.

'No,' he said,' that's not our name.' But he must have been
good-natured, for he went on to say he'd get the red book if they liked,
and look for it.

'Bury--was that the name?' he said when he had got the book.

'_Barry_,' Anne was just going to say, when a new thought struck her. It
was no good going to two houses when she might get the information she
wanted at one. 'It isn't really Mrs. Barry's house I need,' she said. 'I
was only going to ask there for another address--Lady Nern, or some name
like that.'

'Oh,' said the man, 'Lady Nearn's!--that's next door, miss. I don't need
to look it up.'

They thanked him and set off again, thinking they had been very lucky,
though _I_ th