“Is her sister married?” Mason asked.
“No, she’s never been married.”
“Then her name is Monteith?”
“Yes, Sarah Monteith. She’s a couple of years older than Helen, but she looks about fifteen years older. She’s painfully correct in her ways. She takes life too seriously and...”
“You don’t know of any other relatives?” Mason asked.
“No.”
“And no other place where she would have gone?”
“No.”
Mason terminated the interview by raising his hat with elaborate politeness. “Well, Mrs. Winters,” he said, “I certainly thank you for your co-operation. I’m sorry that I bothered you. After all, I guess I’ll have to plan on seeing Mrs. Wallman some other time.”
He turned back toward the car.