“Who is calling, please?”
“My name is Peggy Lane. She doesn’t know me, but I’m a friend of her daughter’s, and I have some information about her that I know Mrs. Andrews would want to hear.”
“About Miss Paula? Tell me! Is she all right? Where—?”
“Yes, yes, she’s all right,” Peggy said, somewhat impatiently. “Now, please, won’t you call Mrs. Andrews to the phone?”
“I’m sorry, Miss Lane,” the voice at the other end said, “but Mr. and Mrs. Andrews aren’t here.”
“When do you expect them back?” Peggy asked.
“I don’t know. They’re in New York now, on their way to Europe, if they haven’t left already. I believe they plan to catch a plane tonight.”
“Tonight! But ... what airline? How can I reach them if they haven’t left yet?”
“You might try the hotel in New York,” the maid said. “They had to stop over for plane connections, but I don’t know for how long. They always stay at the Plaza, and you might get them there.”
“Thank you,” Peggy said hurriedly. “I’ll call them right—”