Jennings let the men in. The armor was still on the stand and the
repairers took armor, stand, and all, laying it on the couch where
they wrapped it in the covers they had brought for the purpose.
They lifted it up and started to carry it out.
"Be careful," cautioned the thrifty Jennings.
Rusty, now recovered, was barking and sniffing at the armor.
"Kick the mutt off," growled one man.
The other did so and Rusty snarled and snapped at him. Jennings
took him by the collar and held him as the repairers went out,
loaded the armor on the wagon, and drove off.
Scarcely had they gone, while Jennings straightened out the
disarranged library, when Rusty began jumping about, barking
furiously. Jennings looked at him in amazement, as the dog ran to
the window and leaped out.
He had no time to look after the dog, though, for at that very
instant he heard a voice calling, "Jennings! Jennings!"
It was Marie, almost speechless. He followed her as she led the
way to Miss Elaine's room. There Marie pointed mutely at the bed.
Elaine was not there.
There, too, were her clothes, neatly folded, as Marie had hung
them for her.
"Something must have happened to her!" wailed Marie.
Jennings was now thoroughly alarmed.
Meanwhile the express wagon outside was driving off, with Rusty
tearing after it.
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