The fear of Ray, too, was in her white face.

She caught hold of my hand impulsively.
"The man," she murmured, "whom you found--what was he like ?" "He was a small dark man." She laughed hysterically.
"He," she exclaimed, "was over six feet, and broad! It was not he.

It may have been some one whom he sent, but it was not he.

Guy, have you heard from him?
Do you know where he is ?" I shook my head.

Ray interposed.
"I think," he said roughly, "that you'll find him at home when you get there, madam, wherever that may be.