“She’s been gone only a little over a week,” the hotel clerk pointed out. “She’ll write to her friends here, I’m sure. She may already be in touch with the minister, Mr. Hall; he’s a great friend of hers.”
Vicki said she had his address and telephone number and would call him right away. She thanked Mrs. Stacey for all her kindness.
When Vicki again telephoned the Reverend Mr. Hall, she was able to reach him. He was rather chary of giving any information on the telephone. Vicki explained who she was, and told him a little of why she was looking for Lucy Rowe.
“Ah, I see. As a matter of fact, Miss Barr, I myself would like to know where Lucy is at the moment.”
The minister’s voice was friendly and direct. Vicki thought she heard an undertone of worry.
“Mr. Hall, I’m here at the Hotel Alcott, and they’ve told me Lucy has a fine job with a Mrs. Heath.”
“Yes, I know. Everybody is enthusiastic about Lucy’s new job except myself. I advised her to consider, and make haste slowly, but she—” Vicki heard voices in the background. “However, I cant go into this on the telephone.”
“May I come to see you, Mr. Hall?” Vicki asked. “It’s important for me to locate Lucy.”
“Yes, indeed, though today is all filled up.” He suggested that Vicki telephone him again in a day or two. Vicki promised she would, thanked him, and hung up.
Vicki went back to her hotel. She wanted to pack and to rest so that she would be fit for work: she was scheduled for an eight A.M. Electra flight the next morning.