The soldierly appearing young chauffeur was standing at attention before them in a moment.
“We want to know if you can remember where you took Bonnie May the last time she left the house.”
“Perfectly, sir. She asked me to stop at the Palace Theatre. She said she was expecting to meet a friend there. And she told me I was not to wait—that she wouldn’t need the car again that afternoon.”
Fifteen minutes later Baron was ringing the bell of the house next to the mansion. He couldn’t recall the two actors’ names, but he described them. He wished to see them on urgent business.
But they had paid their bill and gone away. The woman who met Baron at the door was sure they had said something about finishing their engagement at the Folly and about leaving the city.
As Baron turned away from the door it seemed to him that the street had suddenly gone empty—that the whole world was a haunted wilderness.
CHAPTER XXX
“THE BREAK OF DAY”
“Mr. Victor Baron, please.”
An usher with an absurdly severe uniform and a frankly cherubic countenance had pushed aside the hangings and stood looking into the Baron box in the Barrymore Theatre.