“Did you stay in the house while she was away?”
“No. I came here and cook went home.”
This was better. The attention of a number of people had been drawn to the date, and some one of them should surely be able to fix it.
“On what day of the week did you go back?” French prompted.
The girl considered this.
“It was a Thursday,” she said at last. “I remember that now, because Thursday is my night out, and I remembered thinking that that week I shouldn’t get it.”
French was delighted with the reply. It was on a Thursday night, seven weeks earlier, that Mrs. X had driven from the Savoy to Victoria, left her boxes there, and vanished. The thing was working in.
“What time of the day did she arrive?”
“In the evening.” Miss Scott answered promptly this time. “It was about half eight or a quarter to nine.”
Better and better! Mrs. X left the Savoy shortly before eight, and it would take her about three-quarters of an hour to drive to Victoria, leave her trunks in the left luggage office, and get out to St. John’s Wood Road.