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III
Giles did not, after all, find it necessary to go to London. Though his ener-
getic nature always made him prone to rush hither and thither and try to
do everything himself, he admitted that a purely routine enquiry could be
delegated.
He put through a trunk call to his office.
“Got it,” he exclaimed enthusiastically, when the expected reply arrived.
From the covering letter he extracted a certified copy of a marriage cer-
tificate.
“Here we are, Gwenda. Friday, Aug. 7th Kensington Registry Office.
Kelvin James Halliday to Helen Spenlove Kennedy.”
Gwenda cried out sharply!
“Helen?”
They looked at each other.
Giles said slowly: “But—but—it can’t be her. I mean—they separated,
and she married again—and went away.”
“We don’t know,” said Gwenda, “that she went away….”
She looked again at the plainly written name:
Helen Spenlove Kennedy.
Helen….
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