If not--" Grace stopped, overmastered for an instant by a silent spasm of dread that cut lines of pain in her fine face.
"I don't like to send a telegram from Oakdale," demurred Mrs.Gray.
"These small town operators are not always to be trusted.

If the story were to creep about that Tom Gray had disappeared, so shortly before his wedding day, it would be very painful for both you and me.

I could, of course, consult a private investigator in New York, yet I shrink from doing so until I know definitely that Tom has disappeared.

It is such an intimate, personal matter.

I don't fancy turning it over even to my lawyer.