“Mrs. Harcourt?” said the concierge. “She has gone away.”
“She has gone away! Gone away?” repeated Basil in surprise. “When did she start?”
“Two days since—on Tuesday.”
“Pardon, monsieur. I do not know.”
“Did she leave no address, to forward her letters to?”
“No, monsieur.”
“Did her departure seem to be sudden? I mean had she been planning to go away at that time?”
“No, monsieur. I never heard her speak of it.”
“And the young man—her son—did she take him with her?”