"That's all. Hurry."
As soon as the boy was gone she turned again to her luggage, selecting indispensable garments and toilet articles and packing them in a suit-case. By the time a knock sounded again upon the door, she had the case strapped and locked.
"He ain't nowhere about the house, ma'm," the bell-boy reported. "He was in the bar a while, but he's went out."
Joan nodded, was dumb in thought.
"Do you want as I should go look for him, ma'am?"
"Can you leave the hotel?" Joan asked quickly.
"I'm just going off-duty now, ma'm; the night shift came on about ten minutes ago, at six o'clock."
"And you think you could possibly find him?"
"He took a cab, ma'm. The driver's stand is in front of the hotel. If I can find him, I can find where your husband went. Anyhow, it ain't hard to follow up a gentleman as—"
"As drunk!" Joan put in when the boy hesitated.