But Mrs. Devar’s main business in life was self.
“I have just heard from James,” she cooed. “He promised to run up to Shrewsbury to-day, but finds he cannot spare the time. Count Edouard told him that Mr. Vanrenen was in town, and he regrets he was unable to call before he left.”
“Before who left?” demanded Cynthia.
“Your father, dear.”
“Left for where?”
Mrs. Devar screwed her eyes at the pink slip.
“That is all it says. Just ‘left’?”
“That doesn’t sound right, anyhow,” laughed Medenham.
“Oh, but this is too ridiculous!” and Cynthia’s foot stamped. “I have never before known my father behave in this Jack-in-the-Box fashion.”