I scarcely know what to do." "Tell me, then," I said, "why do you not let me go with you to the police and have some inquiries made?
If you prefer it, we could go to a private detective.

I really think that something ought to be done." She shook her head.
"I dare not," she said simply.
"Dare not ?" I repeated.
"Because when he returns," she explained, "he would be so very, very angry with me.

He is a very eccentric man--my uncle.

He does strange things, and he allows no one to question his actions." "But he has no right," I declared hotly, "to leave you like this in a strange hotel, without even a maid, without a word of farewell or explanation.

The thing is preposterous!" She had finished buttoning her gloves, and looked up at me with a queer little smile at the corner of her lips and her hands behind her.
"Capitaine Rotherby," she said, "there are so many things which it seems hard to understand.