Daphne froze. Her mind raced. Had she asked him to come over? NO - definitely not. Had she given him her address? She couldn't remember doing - not even when she was worse for drink, and anyway even if she had done he would have been worse for drink too and totally incapable of writing it down or remembering it. May be Frances had passed it on.  But why? He was trouble. BIG, BIG trouble.
So, why was he here!?
What was she going to do now? How was she going to get out of this one? Here he was - thousands of miles and at least two flights from home. She couldn't just close the door in his face - even if she wanted to.