“Left for good, bag and baggage. Gone altogether.”
“Gone where?” asked Scott.
“That’s what I have come to ask you. I expect you know.”
Scott’s face presented a puzzle. I wondered whether he was as innocent as he looked.
“Let us understand one another,” said he. “Do you tell me that Bevere has left his new lodgings?”
“He has. He left them last night. Ran away from them, as one may say.”
“Why, he had only just got into them! Were the people sharks? I was with him on Wednesday night: he did not complain of anything then.”
“He must have left, I fancy, for some private reason of his own. Don’t you know where he is gone, Scott? You are generally in his confidence.”
“Don’t know any more than the dead.”