She had kept to her rooms until the morning she left.
"No, Miss Armstrong," he said. "I saw nothing of him. What is
wrong?"
"Then we shall have to find him," she asserted. "Every instant
is precious. Mr. Jamieson, I have reason for believing that he
is in danger, but I don't know what it is. Only--he must be
found."
The stocky man had said nothing. Now, however, he went quickly
toward the door.
"I'll catch the hack down the road and hold it," he said. "Is
the gentleman down in the town?"
"Mr. Jamieson," Louise said impulsively, "I can use the hack.
Take my horse and trap outside and drive like mad. Try to find
the Dragon Fly--it ought to be easy to trace. I can think of no
other way. Only, don't lose a moment."
The new detective had gone, and a moment later Jamieson went
rapidly down the drive, the cob's feet striking fire at every
step. Louise stood looking after them. When she turned around
she faced Gertrude, who stood indignant, almost tragic, in the
hall.
"You KNOW what threatens Halsey, Louise," she said
accusingly. "I believe you know this whole horrible thing, this
mystery that we are struggling with. If anything happens to
Halsey, I shall never forgive you."
Louise only raised her hands despairingly and dropped them again.
"He is as dear to me as he is to you," she said sadly. "I tried
to warn him."
"Nonsense!" I said, as briskly as I could. "We are making a lot
of trouble out of something perhaps very small.
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