“No,” she answered.
“Well, it wasn’t a success; in fact, it was a complete failure.”
“And where is Geoffrey, now?” she asked.
“I do not know,” he replied.
She laughed lightly. “I do not mean, where is he this minute, but where is he in general—where would you address a wire, or a letter, and know that it would be received?”
He threw his cigarette into the grate and lit another.
“I am not at liberty to tell,” he said.
“Then, it is true—he is concealing himself.”
“Not exactly—he is not proclaiming himself——” 176
“Not proclaiming himself or his whereabouts to his Northumberland friends, you mean?”