It is now twenty-four hours, and I have
heard not a word from him. It is the first time in my life that
we have ever been separated so long."
"And you have no idea where he could have gone?" asked Craig.
"Only what I have learned from Senor Torreon, another member of
the junta. Senor Torreon said this morning that he left the home
of Senora Mendez last night about ten o'clock in company with my
father. He says they parted at the subway, as they lived on
different branches of the road. Professor Kennedy," she added,
springing up and clasping her hands tightly in an appeal that was
irresistible, "you know what steps to take to find him. I trust all
to you--even the calling on the police, though I think it would
be best if we could get along without them. Find my father,
senores, and when we come into our own again you shall not regret
that you befriended a lonely girl in a strange city, surrounded
by intrigue and danger." There were tears in her eyes as she
stood swaying before us.
The tenseness of the appeal was broken by the sharp ringing of
the telephone bell. Kennedy quickly took down the receiver.
"Your maid wishes to speak to you," he said, handing the
telephone to her.
Her face brightened with that nervous hope that springs in the
human breast even in the blackest moments.
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