“Yes.”
Cray shook his head.
“That hasn’t seemed necessary—at least, that’s what the office seems to think,” he answered. “Mr. Simpson isn’t in a hospital, though, you may be sure.”
“Then where is he? If they don’t do something at the office, I shall be obliged to go to the police myself. I can’t understand why it wasn’t done long ago. John has been gone days and days now, and he’s never before stayed away from home unexpectedly for more than a few hours without letting me know just where he was. I don’t understand it; I don’t, I don’t!”
“I know it’s tough, Mrs. Simpson,” Cray admitted awkwardly. “I wish I had some good news for you, but I came, instead, to see if you could not tell me something that might throw some light on it. We are naturally very much interested at the office, and they thought I might be able to find out what had happened. Will you help me?”
“Of course, I’ll do anything I possibly can,” the distracted woman assured him. “It’s very kind in them, and of you, to take all this trouble. What is it you want to know, though?”
CHAPTER XV.
SOME INTERESTING INFORMATION.
Mrs. Simpson asked the question bravely enough, but there was a certain haunted expression in her eyes which suggested that some inkling of the situation might have come to her. If so, however, her love and loyalty had caused her to brush it aside.