There it was, under the date of September
10, "Mdme. Rose Archimbault and daughter." The residence given in the
proper column was "New York." Quincy kept the book open at the place
where he found this entry until the clerk was at leisure. He remembered
Mdme. Archimbault and daughter in a general way. He was sure that they
arrived from Europe the day that they came to the hotel, and he was
equally sure that they went to New York when they left. What made him
positive was that he remembered asking the young lady when she wrote New
York in the register if she had not just returned from Europe. She said
yes, but that her home residence was in New York.
Quincy thanked the clerk, and started forth again in search of the
elusive Mr. Fernborough. A visit to Young's, Parker's, and the Tremont
furnished no clue, and Quincy was wondering whether his search, after
all, was destined to be fruitless, when he thought of a small hotel in
Central Court, which led from Washington Street, a little south of
Summer Street.
It was noted for its English roast beef, Yorkshire mutton chops, and
musty ale, and might be just the sort of place that an English gentleman
would put up at, provided he had been informed of its whereabouts.
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