“I expected you,” he said.
“Really now, may I ask why, sir?”
“Because you have missed Mrs. Hillmer, and you want me to help you find where she has gone, and why.”
The detective smiled.
“I won’t say that you are wrong, sir,” he cried. “In these affairs it is always well to keep an eye on the woman, you know.”
“When did Mrs. Hillmer leave Raleigh Mansions?”
“On the 30th.”
“It is now February 3. Four days ago, eh?”
“That is the time. She might have left by the American line from Southampton or the Cunard from Liverpool on Wednesday, but she did not, and no one answering to her description is booked by the White Star to-morrow.”
“Southampton! Liverpool! Do you think she has gone to America?”