Fruen was gone.
Gone?
“Was it you that rang up? She came just at that moment and took her things. But I've a letter here.”
I took the letter, and, without opening it, asked about the train.
“Train left at 4.45,” says the porter, looking at his watch. “It's five now.”
I had thrown away half an hour keeping watch outside.
I sit down on one of the steps, staring at the floor.
The porter keeps on talking. He must be well aware it was not my sister.
“I said to Fruen there was a gentleman had just rung up. But she only said she hadn't time, and would I give him this letter.”
“Was there another lady with her when she left?”