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"You are mistaken," said she; "if the girl had a secret--as nearly all
girls have, brought low as she has evidently been--it had nothing to
do with her disappearance, nor would a knowledge of it help you in
any way. I am confident of this and so shall hold my peace."
She was not a woman to be frightened or cajoled into making
revelations she did not think necessary, and seeing it, Mr. Gryce
refrained from urging her further.
"However, you will at least tell me this," said he, "what were the
knick-knacks she took away with her from her bureau drawer?"
"No," said she, "for they have nothing to do with her abduction. They
were articles of positive value to her, though I assure you of little
importance to any one else. All that is shown by their disappearance
is the fact that she had a moment's time allowed her in which to
collect what she most wanted."
Mr. Gryce arose. "Well," said he, "you have given us a hard sum to
work out, but I am not the man to recoil from anything hard. If I can
discover the whereabouts of this girl I will certainly do it, but you
must help me."
"I, how?"
"By inserting a personal in the Herald. You say she loves you; and
would come back if she could. Now whether you believe it or not this
is open to doubt; therefore I would advise that you take some such
means as that to inform her of the anxiety of her friends and their
desire to communicate with her."
"Impossible," she cried vehemently. "I should be afraid--"
"Well?"
"I might put it that Mrs. D---- , anxious about Emily, desires
information of her whereabouts--"
"Put it any way you like."
"You had better add," said I, speaking for the first time, "that you
would be willing to pay for information."
"Yes," said Mr. Gryce, "add that."
Mrs. Daniels frowned, but made no objection, and after getting as
minute a description as possible of the clothing worn by the girl the
night before, we left the house.
CHAPTER IV
THOMPSON'S STORY
"An affair of some mystery," remarked Mr. Gryce, as we halted at the
corner to take a final look at the house and its environs. "Why a
girl should choose such a method of descent as that,"--and he pointed
to the ladder down which we believed her to have come-- "to leave a
house of which she had been an inmate for a year, baffles me, I can
tell you. If it were not for those marks of blood which betray her
track, I would be disinclined to believe any such hare-brained
adventure was ever perpetrated by a woman. As it is, what would'nt I
give for her photograph. Black hair, black eyes, white face and thin
figure! what a description whereby to find a girl in this great city
of New York. Ah!" said he with sudden gratification, "here is Mr.
Blake again; his appointment must have been a failure. Let us see if
his description will be any more definite." And hurrying towards the
advancing figure of that gentleman, he put some questions to him.
Instantly Mr. Blake stopped, looked at him blankly for a moment, then
replied in a tone sufficiently loud for me to hear:
"I am sorry, sir, if my description could have done you any good, but
I have not the remotest idea how the girl looked. I did not know
till this morning even, that there was such a person in my house as a
sewing-woman. I leave all such domestic concerns entirely with Mrs.
Daniels."
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