“Impossible!” she replied.
“I think so too.” Carpentaria agreed. “At first I was capable of believing that he had played an enormous comedy in order to disappear in the most effective manner. But really the comedy grows too enormous to be any longer a comedy. It may be a tragedy by this time.”
“And whom do you suspect?” queried Pauline impatiently.
“If I were you,” was Carpentaria’s strange response, “I should ask your sister, Miss Rosie.”
“Rosie!”
“Rosie.”
“Mr. Carpentaria, what on earth do you mean?”
“I mean that your sister probably knows something of the affair. Where is she at the present moment?”
“She is watching Mrs. Ilam, in place of the nurse.”
“I gravely doubt it,” said Carpentaria with firmness.