Howell nodded.
"There were a number of books on divorce on the table, as though he had just been looking up the subject,--or discussing it with a client. You know Fullerton was Mrs. Vanderburg's attorney."
"You are leading up to something."
"This. The elevator boy gave me a more particular description of the woman who left the Wellington with Fullerton that evening than Donohue was able to give. I feel sure that woman was Mrs. Broughton."
"Mrs. Broughton is not in Waynscott."
"Yes. She is staying with Miss Elliott on Locust Avenue."
"But the papers have not mentioned it. Are you sure?"
"She is very quiet,--under the care of Dr. Barry, and suffering from a nervous shock which dates from Monday night."
Howell's foot tapped nervously upon the floor. "But this is amazing, if not incredible. How do you come to know it,--or think you know it?"
"I have seen and talked with Mrs. Broughton."