“Yes.”
Hayden’s next question was checked by the entrance of Evelyn whose over-bright eyes indicated suppressed excitement.
“Jones has gone,” she announced, hardly greeting Hayden as she walked over to the bed.
“Gone! Gone where?” Burnham half rose.
“I don’t know—no one knows.” Evelyn waved her hands. “He just left.”
“Walked out?”
“I suppose so,” glancing in surprise at Burnham who had almost shouted the question. He noted her expression and modified his tone. “What have you in your hand, Evelyn?”
For answer she laid a small package on the bed and Burnham half extended his hand and then drew it back.
“It’s been opened,” he exclaimed. “Who opened it?”
“I don’t know. I found the package on the hall table downstairs when I went to answer the front door.”