“I don’t think there is,” Anthony replied doubtfully. “I wanted to take her out in the car, as a matter of fact, but she said she couldn’t possibly manage it; far too busy.”
“She’s gone into Sandsea, you said?”
“Yes.”
Roger frowned. “What an infernal nuisance! It’s a point I badly want to clear up.”
“What is it?”
“I wanted to ask her whether by any remote chance Mrs. Vane had expressed any intention before her death of going away in the near future.”
“Well, it’s funny you should say that, sir,” replied Anthony humorously, “because as a matter of fact I do know. She had. What’s the great idea?”
“She had, had she?” Roger demanded eagerly. “Did Margaret tell you?”
“She mentioned it once, I remember; just casually. Mrs. Vane hadn’t been away this summer, and she was going to stay with some friends for the twelfth.”
“The twelfth, eh?” Roger made a rapid calculation. “Then she’d have gone about a fortnight ago. Excellent! Anthony, I do believe I’m on the track of something.”