“Miss Dupuy? She is gone away. On the train, with luggage.”
“Gone! Why, when did she go?”
“But a half-hour since. She went most suddenly.”
“She did indeed! Does Miss Morton know of this?”
“That I do not know, but I think so.”
Kitty turned to find Fessenden behind her, and as he had overheard the latter part of the conversation he came into the room and closed the door.
“Marie,” he said to the maid, “tell us your idea of why Miss Dupuy went away.”
“She was in fear,” said Marie deliberately.
“In fear of what?”
“In fear of the detectives, and the questions they ask, and the dreadful coroner man. Miss Dupuy is not herself any more; she is so in fear she cannot sleep at night. Always she cries out in her dream.”