"I haven't been able to find out yet."
"What do you know?" demanded Paul.
"Damned little. She left you on your departure day and started to drive back to town. Instead of returning to her office or going home, she turned off on Bridge Street and stopped at a mansion, Number 7111, to be exact. Drove her car into the garage as though she were expected. Hasn't come out since."
"You haven't kept a man watching the place for all this time?"
"No, but I've had a gent prowl the joint at least once a day for the last two weeks, and the car is still in the garage. You can see it through the windows of the door."
"Didn't she come out?"
"Garage is connected to the house. She could have gone into the house without breathing fresh air."
"That's 7111 Bridge Street?"
"Check."
"How about her job?"