“You don’t remember the number, nor name?” Miss Hansford asked.
“No, I don’t. I can get it, though, of Clarice,” Paul said.
“You needn’t do that. I can inquire. I have a tongue,” Miss Hansford answered, mentally resolving that wherever Clarice had shopped she would shop and so be sure she was right.
“Are you thinking of going to Boston?” Paul asked.
“Yes. Where does Mrs. Percy put up when she’s there?”
“Usually with us, or, if at a hotel, at the Adams House. That’s a good place,” Paul said, while Miss Hansford took mental notes for future use.
Something ailed her. Paul could not guess what, and, after a few unsuccessful attempts to bring her to herself, he left, hoping Elithe would change her mind and go to the Tower on the morrow.
“I shall call for her,” he said, and the next morning he was at the cottage, which he found closed, with no sign of life about it. “She’s gone to Boston, and won’t be back for some days,” a neighbor called to him from her window, and, feeling disappointed that Elithe was not to have her second lesson in swimming, Paul hailed a passing car and joined Clarice at the Tower.
CHAPTER XIX.
MISS HANSFORD IN BOSTON.
“I want you up early to-morrow morning, for I am going to take the first boat for Boston,” Miss Hansford said to Elithe, when she came down to tea after Paul had left.