"What do you mean to do?"
"Before I do anything I must ask you another question." I replied.
"Have you any idea what your husband's habits were ten years ago? Was
he extravagant or careful? For instance, on arriving at Dover, would
he be likely to go to a good hotel?"
"He would go to the best," she answered. "He is not careful of money
now, and I am sure he never could have been in the past."
"Then, if my surmise is correct," I said, "we are most likely to find
him at the Lord Warden Hotel, which is, of course, the best in the
town. Anyhow, it is worthwhile to go there first to make inquiries
about him."
"Very well," she replied, in a submissive, hopeless kind of voice.
She had yielded herself up to my directions, but up to the present
moment I had failed to inspire her with any faith in the success of
my mission. She was evidently oppressed with the fear that Mainwaring
had committed suicide, and seemed to think my conjecture about him
impossible.