“Yes, that is her name.”
“Daisy Blaney?”
The woman gave a scream and caught hold of him with wonderful strength.
“You have seen her? You know her? You can tell me where she is?”
“If that is your daughter’s name, I have seen her and had a talk with her.”
“Where is she—where is she?”
The woman was so excited that she fairly choked over the words.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t tell me that!” the distracted mother screamed. “You must know!”
“I give you my word of honor that I do not.”