“What do you think?” she asked. “It doesn’t seem possible that Virginia could have been with that man, as you thought. You must have been mistaken.”
He shook his head. “I’m positive, Janet. I would be willing to wager anything that I made no mistake.”
“Then what does it mean? I can’t imagine Virginia being in New York without letting Frank know.”
“It’s got me guessing,” Locke admitted. “There’s a snarl that needs to be untangled.”
She grabbed his arm. “You don’t suppose–”
“What?” he asked, as she hesitated.
“You don’t suppose anything terrible could have happened to Virginia? Perhaps that villain has carried her off–shut her up somewhere! Perhaps she is helpless in his power this minute. He may be trying to force her into marrying him.”
Lefty laughed. “That sounds too much like a dime novel, my dear. Scoundrel though he is, Weegman would scarcely have the nerve to try anything like that with the daughter of Charles Collier. That’s not the answer.”
“But something’s wrong,” insisted Janet.
“No doubt about that,” her husband replied. “A lot of things seem to be wrong. Somebody is dealing the cards under the table.”