There, too, were her clothes, neatly folded, as Marie had hung them for her.
"Something must have happened to her!" wailed Marie.
Jennings was now thoroughly alarmed.
Meanwhile the express wagon outside was driving off, with Rusty tearing after it.
"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.