She halted, held her breath and stared at me.
“What!” she cried. “But surely he is at Gordon & Austin’s? I left him at their offices one day just before our marriage and he went in there.”
“They know nothing of him,” I assured her, telling her of their reply to my inquiry.
“I really can’t believe it,” she said in a voice of despair. “Stanley could not have lied to me like that.”
“Have you ever met his parents?”
“No. They are in India—at Lucknow.”
“But what do you know about him? Where did he live before you married him?”
“He had rooms in Half Moon Street. I went there once or twice,” and she told me the number.
“How long had you known him before you married?” I inquired.
“About six months, but he was mostly away in Paris, on business for his firm.”