He paused, and Gerald motioned to him to continue.
"Being convinced that Miss Braham has left the town, we have despatched agents in every direction to track her down. These agents understand that they are to pursue their mission in the most delicate manner, and they are instructed to keep in regular telegraphic communication with us. My errand here is to communicate these proceedings to you, and to advise patience and"--with a significant look at Gerald--"peace of mind."
"I shall not know peace," said Gerald, "till she is found."
"All that is humanly possible is being done; we can do no more."
It was poor comfort, and it did not diminish the young man's distress. The lawyer remained for a few minutes longer, and then took his departure. The day waned, and the night, without any tidings, and on the following morning despair seemed to have reached its height in Gerald's mind.
"Upon my soul," thought Leonard, "I think he is going mad. Well, that would not be a bad ending to this insane hunt. I should be his guardian, and should know how to take care of him--and his money. His? No, mine, by the laws of nature."
During this day copies of telegrams received by the lawyers were sent to Gerald, but not one of them satisfactory.
"She is lost to me forever," groaned Gerald.
"Amen!" thought Leonard.
Early the next morning, however, a telegram was handed in with these words, "On the track." The lawyer hastened to Gerald.