“My secretary. Miss Bensinger, is looking after her. I’ve called in a doctor, but there’s nothing much he can do. He says it’s a matter of time. I’m going to San Francisco to-day to see her father. He may help her memory.”
“We’ll pay any expenses involved,” Willet said. “Charge it up to us.” He lit another cigarette. “What’s the next move?”
“We’ll have to wait and see if Maureen turns up. If she doesn’t, I’ll go out to the Dream Ship and see if she’s on board. There are other angles I’m looking into. At the moment I have a lot of loose strings that need tidying up.”
There was a tap on the door and the platinum blonde came in and swayed her way to Willet’s desk.
“Mrs. Pollard is getting impatient,” she murmured. “And this message has just come in. I thought you should see it at once.”
She gave him a slip of paper. He read what was written on it and his eyebrows shot up.
“All right. Tell Mrs. Pollard I’ll see her in five minutes,” he said. He looked at me. “Miss Crosby won’t be coming tomorrow. Apparently she is going to Mexico for a trip”
“Who phoned?” I asked, sitting forward.
“He didn’t say who he was,” the platinum blonde told Willet. “He said he was speaking for Miss Crosby, and would I give you the message right away.”
Willet raised his eyebrows at me. I shook my head.