“Don’t they know his city address?”
“Yes, but only an office,—which is closed up for the summer.”
“Ridiculous! They ought to find him all the more easily if he is a man of importance.”
“I don’t mean of public importance, but I think—oh, I don’t know what! But I’m sure there’s something mysterious about him.”
“I’m sure of that, too! And you know nothing of his private life, Mrs Blackwood?”
“No; I’ve heard that he is a widower, but nobody seems quite certain. As I told you, up here, nobody questions one’s neighbors.”
“Isn’t it necessary, before members are taken into the club?”
“Oh, yes; but Mr North wasn’t a member of the club. Lots of the summer people aren’t members but they use the clubhouse and nobody makes much difference between members and non-members. It isn’t like the more fashionable beaches or resorts. We’re a bit primitive up here.”
“Well, tell me of North’s financial standing. He’s a rich man?”
“Not that I know of. But he always has enough to do what he likes. Nobody is very rich up here, yet nobody is really poor. We’re a medium-sized lot, in every way.”