“You'll have to ask him. I was miles away from them, stuck in a block of people around one of the tables. But it seems that Jack was only telling her the way out.”
“You saw him later on?”
“No. He too had vanished by the time I got clear. You see, he didn't expect me there. I had tried to 'phone him, but he was out all day. But I got through to him the first thing this morning.”
Pointer's free hand gave an impatient tap to the table.
“Bless all amateurs!” he would have liked to reply, but he changed it instead to “I see. But first about yourself. You didn't notice where Miss—umph——”
“Twelve went to?”
“No, I only saw her for the one second, but I thought you'd be interested.”
“Quite right. How was she dressed?”
“Beautifully, I guess. I can't get used to people leaving all their clothes behind them, but she had as much on as the wife of one of your ambassadors who was there, too, and Miss Les—Twelve had the finer jewels.”
“Did Mr. Crane have anything interesting to tell you about her?”