“Then something’s wrong,” suddenly burst out Frank, unable longer to endure the strain of suspense and dread.
“Why, how pale you are,” began Darry, rising from his chair.
“Yes, Darry,” said Frank in a quivering tone—“Markham is missing, and with him my mailing lists and over two hundred dollars in cash.”
[CHAPTER XX]
A BAD BUSINESS
Frank came down to the office the next morning looking haggard and troubled. Stet was hanging around the door.
“Darry Haven told me to wait till you came down, and then let him know,” said the little fellow.
“All right,” nodded Frank in a dull way.
Stet darted off with his usual elfish nimbleness. Frank unlocked the door and sat down before his desk rather gloomily. He mechanically arranged some papers. Darry was with him before he had accomplished much. Stet accompanied him.