"Sh!" warned Hallet.
"Mrs. Brade, a young man was just here inquiring, for your husband." It was Carlota Egan's voice.
"Really?" The accent was unmistakably British.
"He wanted to know where he could find him. We couldn't say."
"No—of course not."
"Your husband has left town, Mrs. Brade?"
"Yes. I fancy he has."
"You know when he will return, perhaps?"
"I really couldn't say. Is the mail in?"
"Not yet. We expect it about one."