“Between two and three.”
“Not since?”
“No; we left about half-past two.”
“Is she back?”
“Who?” I asked. I was thinking of his sister, and could find no application for this question.
“Miss Jervaise.”
“Oh—er—Miss Brenda? No. She hadn’t come in when I left the house.”
“What time was that?”
“About four. I came straight here.”
“Not back, eh?” he commented with a soft, low whistle, that mingled, I thought, something of gladness with its surprise.