“I had.”
“Do you know where she is now?”
“No, sir.” Mrs. Brainard’s voice had in it something of impatience and something of disgust.
“When did she leave your house?”
“Nearly four weeks ago.”
“Where did she go?”
“I really cannot answer the question, sir. I was so glad to get her out of my house that I let all interest in her die the moment she was beyond my door.”
“Do not any of your servants know where she went?”
“It is possible, sir. I will inquire of the chambermaid.”
“If you please; for I must find her, alive or dead!”