With tears in her eyes, she assured me that after some slight quarrel, in which she admits that she was the one to blame, her husband walked out of the house where they were staying, and she has not seen him since.

She was quite ready with all the particulars, and even implored me to help find him." "I cannot imagine," Tavernake said, "why any one should disbelieve her." The detective smiled.
"There are a few little outside circumstances," he remarked, looking at the ash of his cigar.

"In the first place, how do you suppose that this young Wenham Gardner spent the last week of his stay in New York ?" "How should I know ?" Tavernake replied, impatiently.
"By realizing every cent of his property on which he could lay his hands," the detective continued.

"It isn't at any time an easy business, and the Gardner interest is spread out in many directions, but he must have sailed with something like forty thousand pounds in hard cash.
A suspicious person might presume that that forty thousand pounds has found its way to the stronger of the combination." "Anything else ?" Tavernake asked.
"I won't worry you much more," the detective answered.

"There are a few other circumstances which seem to need explanation, but they can wait.
There is one serious one, however, and that is where you come in." "Indeed!" Tavernake remarked.