And in this instance he should be his own detective.
He turned to Mrs.Thornton.
"Going on to the Fairmont ?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, I have a new gown--have you admired it?
Arrived from Paris last night--and I am chaperoning two of these girls.

You are not, of course ?" "I did intend to, but it's no go.

Still, I may drop in late and take my wife home--" "Let me take her home." Was his imagination morbid, or was there something both peremptory and eager in Mrs.Thornton's tones?
"I'm stopping at the Fairmont, of course, but Fordy and I often take a drive after a hot night and a heavy supper." "If you would take her home in case I miss it.

I must go to the office--" "I'd like to.

That's settled." This time her tones were warm and friendly.