‘That’s Miss Henderson.’
‘Fine. When did she book in?’
He consulted the register.
‘Six o’clock on the 12th.’
‘Any forwarding address?’
‘I’m afraid not.’
‘When did she leave?’
‘On the 13th. I remember now. I was rather surprised. She had booked the room for a week.’
‘Did she have a car?’
The clerk frowned, studied Paula’s lovely, intent face seemed to draw inspiration from it for he said, ‘Actually, not. At least, not when she arrived. But before she went up to her room, she arranged to hire a car. She said she wanted it that evening as she was going out.’