"You are speaking of—?"
"That nurse of mine, Miss Watkins. Never a word about leaving yesterday, and today vanished—vamoosed—simply non est! Look at what she says.—"
Spence pushed the letter aside.
"There is something more important than that, John," he said quietly, "Desire has left me."
The two men stared at each other. Spence was the first to speak.
"There is no doubt about it. She is gone. She has not told us where. I see that you do not know."
John shook his head.
"There may be a note for you in the morning's mail." Benis was coldly brief. "I must know where she is. If you can help me, let me know." He turned to the door.
With difficulty John found his voice.
"I knew nothing of this, Benis."