She did not finish out the thought at the moment; the vista it opened was too wide to be taken in at a glance. But after driving for an hour round and round Battersea Park, the patient cabman suddenly received an order to go quickly to Clarkson’s, the wigmaker. At the shop, the hansom was discharged, and it was a very different-looking fare which another cab picked up at the same door somewhat later. CHAPTER X--The Coup of "The Planet" About half-past five, a plump old country-woman, with a brown tissue veil over her ruddy, wrinkled face, waddled into a green-grocer’s not far from South Audley Street. She bade the young man in the shop a wheezy "Good day," and asked if she might be bold enough to inquire whether Lady Henry Borrowdaile’s housekeeper were a customer. Yes, the youth admitted with pride, for anything in their line which was not sent up from the Marquis of Wastwater’s, in the country, they had the honour of serving her Ladyship. "Ah! I thought how it would be, your place being so near, and the nicest round about," said the old country-woman. "The truth is, I have to go to the house on a disagreeable errand. I volunteered to do it for a friend, and I’ve forgotten the number. I’ve to break some bad news to one of the housemaids." "Not Miss Jessie Adams, I hope!" protested the young man, blushing up to the roots of his light hair. "Yes, it is poor Jessie," said the old woman. "You know her?" "We’ve been walking out together the last six months. I suppose her father’s took bad again, or--or worse?" "He’s living--or was when I left; but----" and the old-fashioned bonnet with the veil shook ominously. "Well, I must go and do my duty. I hope she’ll be able to get home for a week or so." A few minutes later, Joan, delighted with her disguise and the detective skill she was developing, rang the servants’ bell at the Borrowdailes’. She had learned what she had hoped to learn, the name of one of the maids, and she had also learned something more--the fact that Jessie Adams had a father whose state of health would afford an excuse for absence; and the existence of a lover, who would probably urge immediate marriage if there were enough money on either side. The old countrywoman with the brown veil was voluble to the footman who opened the door. She explained that she had news from home for Jessie Adams, and was shown into a servant’s sitting-room, where presently appeared a fresh-looking girl with languishing eyes, and a full, weak mouth. "Oh, I thought perhaps it would be Aunt Emmy!" exclaimed the young person in cap and apron.