“Absolutely,” said Eagle.
“First question—did she leave her house?” Reggie murmured. “Second question—why did she leave her house?” He sat up with a jerk. “I wonder. Do you know anything about that?”
Eagle gaped at him. “Did she leave her house?” Woodcote cried. “That’s not doubtful, is it? She’s not there.”
“Well, I like to begin at the beginning,” said Reggie gently.
“The local men have been over the house, Mr. Fortune,” Bell stared at him.
“I suppose they wouldn’t overlook her,” Woodcote laughed.
“Second question—why did she leave it? You see, we don’t know the lady and I suppose you do. Had she any friends who were—intimate?”
“What are you suggesting?” Woodcote cried.
“I don’t know. Do you? Is there anyone she liked—or anyone she didn’t like?”
“I must say,”—Eagle was emphatic in jerks—“never heard a word said—er—against Miss Sheridan—er—very highest reputation.”