The porter smiled. “I can only tell you what has happened, sir.”
“Where has she gone to?”
“I couldn't say, sir.”
“Her letters? Has she left no address to which they are to be forwarded?”
“Not with me, sir.”
“Did she say when she was coming back?”
“No, sir. But she dismissed her cook with a month's wages, so it seems as though she was gone for a good spell.”
“What time yesterday did she leave?”
“After lunch. The cabman was to drive her to Victoria—London, Chatham and Dover Railway.”
“That looks like the 2.20 to Paris,” said I.