“Did Miss Fronde accompany them?”
“No, sir. She went to the new apartment house on the Mount Pleasant Road—the Wesleyan Flats. She was there for some time, I know. She may be there yet,” added the clerk.
“Thank you for the information,” said Hanson, and he left the hotel, re-entered his hack, and gave the order:
“To the Wesleyan Flats.”
Twenty minutes’ drive brought him to the building.
He got out and entered the hall, the door of which stood open.
“Can you tell me whether Miss Fronde is staying here at present?” he inquired of our friend Tom, who was on duty there as hall porter.
“She dun lef’ mo’ ’an a week ago,” answered the boy.
“Where has she gone?”
“Dun know. Down de country somewhurse. She writ it on a keerd an’ guv me, but mammy’s got it, an’ I’s forgot.”