It isn't only because she's a Forsyth I
care, but she's such a square little thing. Hurry up, please, Mom,
Williams may stop any moment."
"_I_ ought to go up to the Manor. They must be in an awful state."
"Wait, as soon as ever I can fix your father I'll go with you myself,"
cried Mrs. Lynch.
* * * * *
Toward noon of the next day, in answer to an urgent telegram, Cornelius
Allendyce arrived at the Manor, having come down from New York by motor.
Just as he was gulping down the coffee Harkness had brought to him, Mr.
Granger, Senior, was ushered in.
The men knew one another well. They shook hands, then Cornelius
Allendyce motioned him to a chair opposite him at the table.
The lawyer only needed to look at the other man's face to know that he
brought no good news.
"Tom telephoned from Cornwall at six o'clock. Not a sign. Not so much as
a red hair! Strangest thing I ever heard of. They're going to search
the ravines today--easy enough for her to stumble into them if she was
frightened or hurrying. Then there's the kidnapping possibility!"
"Improbable!" protested the lawyer.
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