He wrote it down.

He wrote down the date and the time.

He handed her a paper visitor tag and told her it was the ninth house on the left.

The house was stone, and long, and set well back behind a lawn that somebody was paid a lot of money to maintain, and it had the peculiar quality of very expensive houses that nobody is really living in: the landscaping was immaculate and there was not one single object anywhere that indicated a human being.

Harrison Vance answered his own door, which surprised her.