As her eyes met his, she noticed his expression of deep concern,
and hesitated with the reply she had evidently been just about to
make.
Still, as she lowered her head, it seemed to give silent
confirmation to the truth of the newspaper report.
Kennedy said nothing. But his eyes continued to study her face,
even when it was averted.
He suppressed his feelings with a great effort, then, without a
word, bowed and left the room.
"Walter," he exclaimed as he rejoined us in the drawing room,
where I was chatting with Aunt Josephine, "we must be off again.
The trail follows still further."
I rose and much to the increased mystification of Aunt Josephine,
left the house.
An hour or so later, Elaine, whose mind was now in a whirl from
what had happened, decided to call on Perry Bennett.
Two or three clerks were in the outer office when she arrived, but
the office boy, laying down a dime novel, rose to meet her and
informed her that Mr. Bennett was alone.
As Elaine entered his private office, Bennett rose to greet her
effusively and they exchanged a few words.
"I mustn't forget to thank you for those lovely roses you sent
me," she exclaimed at length. "They were beautiful and I
appreciated them ever so much."
Bennett acknowledged her thanks with a smile, she sat down
familiarly on his desk, and they plunged into a vein of social
gossip.
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