Eve laughed. “We might go down to the Inn and inquire about Hamish,” she suggested. “After his frightful experience he may be in a state of collapse.”
We found Hattie May on the veranda at Wildwood Lodge, waiting, she told us, for Hamish to come out of the barber shop of the hotel next door. “I sent him to get a shampoo,” she said, “his hair was such a mess.”
“How is he feeling?” I inquired. “Fully recovered, I hope.”
“Oh, yes, he’s all right—physically, that is!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I just mean that he’s still acting kind of preoccupied.”
“It’s the shock,” Eve said. “Really you can’t be surprised.”
Hattie May shook her head. “There’s something he wants to do,” she said, “but he won’t tell me what it is. But he’s determined to go back to that terrible place again right away!”
“What! Go back to Craven House? Gracious, I should think he’d never want to see the place again!”
“I know. But he insists there’s something he’s got to see about. He says he was so hungry this morning that he couldn’t attend to it. That’s why I’m watching the door of the hotel, to be sure he doesn’t get away again without me!”