"And the road ?" "I've been there with her--many a time, Mr.Lindsey," I answered.

"I know every inch of the road." "Now then!" he said, "get the best motor car there is in the town, and be off! Make inquiries all the way along; it'll be a queer thing if you can't trace something--it would be broad daylight all the time she'd be on her journey.

Make a thorough search and full inquiry--she must have been seen." He turned to Mr.Smeaton, who had stood near, listening.

"Go with him!" he said.

"It'll be a good turn to do him--he wants company." Mr.Smeaton and I hurried outside the station--a car or two stood in the yard, and we picked out the best.