"What do you think?" she exclaimed, bursting in on us. "Mr. Creighton has disappeared!"
"Disappeared?" repeated Kennedy. "How did you find it out?"
"Mr. Tresham just telephoned me from his office," she hurried on. "He was going into the Bank Building when he saw a wagon drive off from the place next door. He thought it was strange and instead of going on up to his own office he walked into Creighton's. When he tried to get in, the place was locked. There's a sign on it, too, 'For Rent,' he says."
"That's strange," considered Kennedy. "I suppose he didn't notice what kind of wagon it was?"
"Yes, he said it looked like a junk wagon—full of stuff."
I looked from Miss Laidlaw to Kennedy. Plainly our entrance into the case had been the signal for the flitting of Creighton.
Quickly he reached for the telephone. "You know Mrs. Barry's number?" he asked.
"Yes, it's the Prince Edward Hotel."
He called up, but the conversation was over in a moment. "She didn't return to the hotel last night," he announced as he hung up the receiver.
"She's in this thing, too," exclaimed Adele Laidlaw. "Can you go down with me now and meet Mr. Tresham? I promised I would."