“What was the name of the freighter who brought you over the portage?”
“I don’t know his whole name. Men called him Jack.”
Lambert shrugged. “There’s many a Jack, sir.”
“Of course. Let it go for the present.” To the woman he said: “What was your object in making this long journey alone?”
“Doctor Imbrie wrote to me to come and live with him. He had nobody to take care of his house and all that.”
“I see. What do you mean by saying he was your friend?” The Major asked this with an uneasy glance in Clare’s direction.
“Just my friend,” answered the woman, with a hint of defiance. “I took care of him when he was little.”
“Ah, his nurse. When did you get the letter from him?”
“In March.”
“Where was it sent from?”