"What's the matter?" cried Aunt Josephine coming in where the
footman and the maid were arguing what was to be done.
She gave one look at the bed, the clothes, and the servants.
"Call Mr. Kennedy!" she cried in alarm.
. . . . . . . .
"Elaine is gone--no one knows how or where," announced Craig as he
leaped out of bed that morning to answer the furious ringing of
our telephone bell.
It was very early, but Craig dressed hurriedly and I followed as
best I could, for he had the start of me, tieless and collarless.
When we arrived at the Dodge house, Aunt Josephine and Marie were
fully dressed. Jennings let us in.
"What has happened?" demanded Kennedy breathlessly.
While Aunt Josephine tried to tell him, Craig was busy examining
the room.
"Let us see the library," he said at length.
Accordingly down to the library we went. Kennedy looked about. He
seemed to miss something.
"Where is the armor?" he demanded.
"Why, the men came for it and took it away to repair," answered
Jennings.
Kennedy's brow clouded in deep thought.
Outside we had left our taxi, waiting. The door was open and a new
footman, James, was sweeping the rug, when past him flashed a
dishevelled hairy streak.
We were all standing there still as Craig questioned Jennings
about the armor.
Pages:
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132