“I’m ready,” she said.
“I’ll just change this jacket,” said Lambone; and kept her waiting a full ten minutes.
§ 4
The taxi dropped them at the entrance of the Mews.
“I suppose it won’t matter our arriving together?” said Lambone. “He won’t think it’s something preconcerted?”
“He doesn’t have suspicions of that sort.”
But when they reached the studio a little surprise awaited them. Fay Crumb opened the door to them and her eyes looked paler and her neck longer and her face more absent-minded than ever.
“I’m so glad you’ve come at last,” she said in a flat, distraught voice. “You see—he’s gone!”
“Gone!”
“Completely. He’s been away since three. He went out alone.”