The clock on the wall ticked ten times before Jeff spoke. “Did she go alone?”
“We don't know. None of the clerks are missing from the store where she worked. I checked up with the manager yesterday.”
Another long silence. “They may have rooms in town here.”
“Not likely.” Presently Miller added miserably: “She's—going to be a mother soon. We found the doctor she went to see.”
“You're sure she hasn't been married? Of course you've looked over the marriage licenses for the past year.”
“Yes. Her name isn't on the list.”
“Did she have money?”
“About fifteen dollars, we figure.”
“That wouldn't take her far—unless the man gave her some. Have you been to a detective agency?”
“Yes.”