“It’s the right way. Tulmin has disappeared.”
“Has he? That is interesting at least.”
“Yes, he went from White Towers to Lennsdale—that is Mr. Thoyne’s house, you know. Thoyne engaged him the day after the inquest and he went at once. And now he has gone altogether.”
“Engaged him as what?”
“Same as Clevedon—valet, and so on.”
“How do you know?”
“I put someone on to watch him of course. I wasn’t going to let him slip away. But he has managed it, at least so my man reports and he must be a damned fool, as I told him. He hasn’t been seen for two days.”
“Your man hasn’t?”
“No, I mean Tulmin.”
“Thoyne should know where he is.”