"I shan't be able to do that—on a tenner," she said; "but it will keep me out of the workhouse for a week or two."
"By-the-by, can you tell me where Colonel Rannock is to be found at this present time?" Faunce asked, as he shook hands with her.
Her hand was in his when he asked the question, and he felt it grow cold. She was fond of Rannock, he thought—fond of him, and angry with him for abandoning her.
"No, I can't," she answered, looking at him steadily, but with the same pale change in her face that he had noted before.
"I'm told he went to San Francisco, viâ New York, on his way to the Alaska goldfields," he said.
"Yes, I believe he went to the goldfields."
"Do you know when he started?"
"Some time in March. I don't remember the date."
"Do you remember by what line he went—whether from Liverpool or Southampton?"
"I know nothing about him—after he left London."