“Hullo, Nick! Had good sport?”
“Only so-so. We had a jolly time, though—out at Het-worthy Bridge. But I had the deuce of a business getting back from Exeter this evening. It was so misty in places we could hardly see to drive the car.”
Blaise nodded.
“Yes, I know. I found the same. It’s a surprising change in the weather.”
“Poor Jean will have had a disappointing trip to Dartmoor,” put in Lady Anne. “The mist is certain to be bad up there.”
“Dartmoor? But she didn’t go—surely?” And Nick glanced from one to the other questioningly.
“Oh, yes, she did. It was quite clear in the afternoon when she started—looked like being a lovely night.”
“But—but——”
Nick stammered and came to a halt. There was a look of bewilderment in his eyes.
“But who’s she gone with?” he demanded at last. “I thought she said she intended stopping the night with Judith and Burke at their bungalow?”