Mrs. Hardy joined him in her parlor a few moments later, drying her hands and arms with her apron.
“I have called to inquire about Mr. Lamont,” said Nick, after closing the door. “I understand——”
“Dear me!” Mrs. Hardy interrupted, gazing. “That’s more than I can say. I’m very glad if any one understands and will explain Mr. Lamont’s conduct.”
“Ah!” Nick replied, smiling. “I thought something had occurred. I probably can explain to your entire satisfaction. What about Mr. Lamont? What mystifies you?”
“Well, sir, he engaged a room here last night and left his suit case, saying he would return in about an hour. He did not do so, nor have I heard from him. I have telephoned to a gentleman to whom he referred me, and who stated that he is entirely reliable.”
“You probably refer to Mr. Calvin Page, his uncle.[{19}]”
“Yes, sir, I do. But I cannot account for Mr. Lamont’s disappearance. Do you know anything about him?”
“I know all about him, madam,” said Nick. “Did any thing occur here last night that might have occasioned his absence?”
“Well, no, sir; nothing occurred in the house.”
“Outside, perhaps?”