Mme. Storey went back to the night before. "Glasgow, how had Miss Mayfield expected to get to Scarsdale?"
"Mrs. Cruger had offered her a car, madam, but she declined it. I understood she was to telephone for a taxi when she was ready."
"How is it that none of you realised she had never left the house?"
"I can only say, madam, that each one of us thought one of the others had let her out. Many of the servants would be at dinner at that hour."
"Glasgow, how is the mail delivered here?"
"Rural delivery, madam. By Ford car three times a day; eight-thirty, two-thirty and six-thirty."
"Then there was a delivery last evening after Mrs. Cruger and her guests had started for Ridgefield?"
"Yes, madam, I took it in myself."
"Was there anything for Miss Mayfield?"
"Yes, madam. One letter."
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