CHAPTER XII
WE GET ON THE TRACK OF MRS. JUBB
I drank up my sherry and bitters and went back to the Temple. My mind was full of the plight of poor Jubb, or rather of the plight of his wife and child, and I told Angel about him. When I had done, I saw that there were tears in her eyes, and she said: "What a horrible woman his stepmother must be! A hateful creature!"
"Well, I've been thinking that we ought to try to help these wretched poor people somehow. Between the four of us we ought to be able to do something."
"Help them! Of course we must! If we don't remove that horrible woman, I don't see the use of our being the General Philanthropic Removal Company. This is the best chance the Company has had."
"Of course it is," I said. "And it had never struck me. We must see Chelubai and Bottiger about this at once."
We went out and dined simply at the Cheshire Cheese. After dinner Chelubai and Bottiger
