“Oh, Angelo, that is fine,” she cried. “I’ll go—and you phone Nolan quickly.”
By the time she returned, Nolan was on his way to the Cote.
“She—she left herself—just walked away with her bag—alone,” said Eveley faintly. “I am afraid she did not—care for me.” And there was sorrow in her voice.
“Oh, sure she did,” said Angela reassuringly. “That’s why she left I guess. She may be in bad in some way, and so she went off not to get you mixed up in it.”
“Do you think that, Angelo? Do you really? But she should not have gone for that. I would have stood by Marie through any kind of trouble.”
Angelo walked impatiently about the room, fingering endless little objects, puzzling in his mind what to say and what to do.
“He could be here if he had taken a taxi,” he said restlessly. “I told him to beat it.”
“We might phone Mr. Hiltze,” said Eveley suddenly. “He may know where to find her.”
Angelo smiled scornfully at that. “Aw gee, Miss Eveley, ain’t you on to them yet? Sure they are working in cahoots.”
Eveley sat down at once and folded her hands. “Now, Angelo, tell me everything you know, or suspect about them. Begin at the beginning. You may be wrong, but let me hear it.”