"Not a sign of him anywhere," growled one of the officers.
Nor was there. Down the street we could see only a straight well-dressed, distinguished looking man who had evidently walked down to the docks to see a friend off, perhaps.
Elaine was sitting in the library reading when Aunt Josephine turned to her.
"What time is it, dear?" she asked.
Elaine glanced at her pretty new trinket.
"Nearly three, Auntie—a couple of minutes," she said.
Just then there came the sound of feet running madly down the hall way.
They jumped up, startled.
Kennedy, his coat flying, and hat jammed over his eyes, had almost bowled over poor Jennings in his mad race down the hall.
"Well," demanded Elaine haughtily, "what's—"
Before she knew what was going on, Craig hurried up to her and literally ripped the watch off her wrist, breaking the beautiful bracelet.