“There is not.”
“Then I suppose you’re going to tell Mr. Enderby?”
“This evening.”
“And then?”
“Then I shall be guided by his advice,” Mrs. Enderby replied blandly.
Lexy could have smiled at this. She knew how likely Mrs. Enderby was to be guided by her husband; but she kept the smile and the thought to herself.
“I don’t want to interfere with your plans—” she began.
“I have no plans.”
“I mean, if you’re going to take steps to find her—”
“My child,” said Mrs. Enderby, “it is clear that you wish to amuse yourself with a grand mystery. I tell you there is no mystery, but you do not believe me. I ask you to say nothing of this matter, but you refuse. So I say to you now—go your own way, proceed with your mystery. I do not think you can hurt me very much.”