Never sed no word to nobody--just naturally packed up her duds an' hiked." Westcott drew a deep breath.
"Surely you do not mean she left without any explanation?
She must have paid her bill." "Oh, she was square enough--sure.

She left money an' a note pinned to her pillow; sed she'd just got a message callin' her back home--want ter see whut she wrote ?" "You bet I do, Timmons! Have you got the note here ?" Timmons waddled around behind the desk and ran his hand into a drawer.
Evidently he considered the matter a huge joke, but Westcott snatched the paper from his fingers impatiently and eagerly read the few hastily pencilled lines: Have received a message calling me East at once.

Shall take the night train, and enclose sufficient money to pay for my entertainment.
S.D.
He stared at the words, a deep crease between his eyes.

It was a woman's handwriting, and at first glance there was nothing impossible in such an action on her part.

Yet it was strange, if she had departed so suddenly, without leaving any message for him.