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and investigate the affair it seems."

"Did he say so?" she asked, pointing to Mr. Gryce who now stood with his
back to us busily talking with the Superintendent.

I nodded, and she at once moved towards the door. "I come from No.----
Second Avenue: Mr. Blake's house," she whispered, uttering a name so
well known, I at once understood Mr. Gryce's movement of sudden interest
"A girl--one who sewed for us--disappeared last night in a way to
alarm us very much. She was taken from her room--" "Yes," she cried
vehemently, seeing my look of sarcastic incredulity, "taken from her
room; she never went of her own accord; and she must be found if I spend
every dollar of the pittance I have laid up in the bank against my old
age."

Her manner was so intense, her tone so marked and her words so vehement,
I at once and naturally asked if the girl was a relative of hers that
she felt her abduction so keenly.

"No," she replied, "not a relative, but," she went on, looking every way
but in my face, "a very dear friend--a--a--protegee, I think they call
it, of mine; I--I--She must be found," she again reiterated.

We were by this time in the street.

"Nothing must be said about it," she now whispered, catching me by the
arm. "I told him so," nodding back to the building from which we had
just issued, "and he promised secrecy. It can be done without folks
knowing anything about it, can't it?"

"What?" I asked.

"Finding the girl."

"Well," said I, "we can tell you better about that when we know a few
more of the facts. What is the girl's name and what makes you think she
didn't go out of the house-door of her own accord?"

"Why, why, everything. She wasn't the person to do it; then the looks of
her room, and--They all got out of the window," she cried suddenly, "and
went away by the side gate into ------ Street."

"They? Who do you mean by they?"

"Why, whoever they were who carried her off."

I could not suppress the "bah!" that rose to my lips. Mr. Gryce might
have been able to, but I am not Gryce.

"You don't believe," said she, "that she was carried off?"

"Well, no," said I, "not in the sense you mean."

She gave another nod back to the police station now a block or so
distant. "He did'nt seem to doubt it at all."

I laughed. "Did you tell him you thought she had been taken off in this
way?"

"Yes, and he said, 'Very likely.' And well he might, for I heard the men
talking in her room, and--"

"You heard