“No, but he could have got it from Dan’s office. I have been wondering, myself, why he wrote to me.”
“Has your husband arrived at Oulton yet?”
“Heavens! Yes. It doesn’t take two days and a half to get to Norfolk.”
“Oh, then he wasn’t staying at Falmouth?”
Margaret stared at him. “Falmouth!” she exclaimed. “What do you mean?”
“I understood Varney to say that he was going to call at Falmouth.”
“No, certainly not. He was going straight to London and so on to Oulton the same night. I wonder what Mr. Varney can have meant.”
“We must find out presently. Have you heard from your husband since he left?”
“No. Oddly enough, he hasn’t written, which is unlike him. He generally sends me a line as soon as he arrives anywhere.”
“You had better send him a telegram in the morning to make sure of his whereabouts and then let him have a copy of Mr. Penfield’s letter at once. And I think I wouldn’t refer to the subject before any of our friends if I were you.”