“But your cousin knew that I had lived with Raymond. Did you not ask her?”
“No,” she answered, “it never occurred to me to do so.”
Rather a lame response, I thought.
“But last night she found me quite easily. She called upon Doctor Raymond, who gave her my new address.” And, continuing, I told her of my temporary abode.
“I know,” she replied.
“Have you ever met my friend Raymond?” I inquired with an air of affected carelessness.
“Not to my knowledge,” she answered quite frankly.
“How long ago did Hoefer leave?” I asked.
“About an hour, I think. He has locked the door of the morning-room and taken the key with him,” she added, laughing.
She presented a pretty picture, indeed, in that half-darkened room, leaning back gracefully and smiling upon me.