"Yes. Father died in January of that year, and in March I had to vacate the house. It had been sold, and they wanted to fix it over. I left Santa Ysobel on the eighteenth of March, but they didn't get into the house until June first."
Again Worth interrupted.
"Which jogs my memory for an unexciting detail." He smiled enigmatically. "I was jilted June first."
"In Flanders?" How many times had this lad been jilted?
"No. Right here. I wasn't here of course, but the letter which did the trick was written here, and bore that date—June one, 1916."
"How do you get the date so pat?"
"It was handed me by the mail orderly—I was on the Verdun sector then—on the morning of the Fourth of July. Remember the date the letter was written because of the quick time it made. Most of our mail took from six weeks to eternity. What are you smiling at, Bobs?"
"Just a little—you don't mind, do you?—at your saying you remember Ina's letter by the quick time it made in reaching you."
"Who bought your house, Barbara?" I asked her.
"Dr. Bowman—or rather Mrs. Bowman's uncle bought it and gave it to her."