“Surely you know she had gone abroad?”
The look of surprise in Miss Van Tuyn’s face was so obviously genuine that Craven added:
“You didn’t? Well, she has gone away for some time.”
“Where to?”
“Somewhere on the Riviera, I believe. Probably Cap Martin. But letters are not to be forwarded.”
“At this time of year! Has she gone away alone?”
“I suppose so.”
Miss Van Tuyn looked at him with a sort of cold, almost hostile shrewdness.
“And she told you she was going?”
“Why should she tell me?” he said, with a hint of defiance.