What had happened?
In desperation she herself wired a personal to the paper: "Weston.
Write me at the Oceanview.

Easton." For three days she waited for an answer.

Then she wired the personal again.

Still there was no reply and no hint of reply.

Had they captured him?
Or was he so closely pursued that he did not dare to reply even in the cryptic manner on which they had agreed! She took the file of papers which she kept and again ran through the personals, even going back to the very day after they had separated.
Perhaps she had missed one, though she knew that she could not have done so, for she had looked at them a hundred times.