‘I’ll ask the porter. Just wait a moment.’
When he crossed the lobby to the porter’s desk, Paula and I exchanged glances.
‘Well, we are certainly making progress,’ I said. ‘I wonder what Marshland wanted with her. You know, I’m beginning to think my idea that Marshland has something to do with the kidnapping isn’t such a scatty one at that.’
‘Do we know where he was at the time of the kidnapping?’
‘I don’t think that matters. He wouldn’t have had anything to do with it himself. He would have hired someone to do it.’
The clerk came back.
‘No luck, I’m afraid. The porter remembers Miss Henderson, but has no idea who the driver was. The cab was cruising when he stopped it.’
‘Well, thanks for giving me so much of your time. I’ll take a look at the car now. The garage’s around the back?’
He said the garage was around the back.
‘I hope you find her,’ he said to Paula.