“He’s looking for Leila. Do you suppose——” began Mrs. Burton in a whisper.
“You’re keeping score, aren’t you, Storrs?” asked Whitford aloud.
They began talking with forced animation about the game to hide their perturbation over Mills’s appearance and his evident concern as to Leila’s whereabouts.
“Mr. Thomas is at the club,” they heard Constance report. “He dined there alone.”
“You’re sure Leila’s not been here—she’s not here now?” Mills demanded irritably.
“I haven’t seen Leila at all today,” Constance replied with patient deliberation. “I’m so sorry you’re troubled. She’s probably stopped somewhere for dinner and forgotten to telephone.”
“She usually calls me up. That’s what troubles me,” Mills replied, “not hearing from her. There’s no place else you’d suggest?”
“No——”
“Thank you, Connie. Shep’s still away?”
“Yes. He’ll be back tomorrow.”