Her eyes met his unflinchingly.
He made an abrupt gesture--as if compelled against his will.
"Well--if you must have it! He has gone." "Gone!" she repeated.

"What--do you mean by that ?" He looked down into her whitening face, and his own grew sterner.
"Just what I say.

He cleared out yesterday morning early.

No one knows where he is." Sylvia's hand unconsciously pressed her heart.

It was beating very violently.