“You say she was killed?”
“Instantly. We would like to get in touch with some of her relatives. Mr. Pollock didn’t know⸺”
Nan sagged away from the telephone, sick at heart.
“Who got killed?” interrupted Mrs. Emmett.
Nan braced up and turned back to the telephone.
“Why, I—I don’t know where any of them live,” she said wearily. “Somewhere in the East, I think. She spoke of a cousin somewhere in Arizona, but I don’t remember the place.”
“I see. Well, thanks, just the same, Miss Whitlock.”
The receiver clicked back into place and Nan turned from the phone.
“Miss Allan was killed in a wreck, Mrs. Emmett,” said Nan. “She is at the Emergency Hospital.”
“Well, can ye imagine that now? And her all alive and well a few hours ago. And me threatenin’ to turn her out in the morning. Dear, dear!”