“Yes, you do,” said Rob decidedly, “and as she has gone, you must tell me at once where she went.”
The woman refused, and not until after a somewhat stormy scene, and some rather severe threats on Fessenden’s part did she consent to tell that Cicely had gone to the Grand Central Station. More than this she would not say, and thinking he was wasting valuable time on her, Rob turned and, racing down the stairs, for there was no elevator, he jumped in his cab and whizzed away to the station.
XXI
A SUCCESSFUL PURSUIT
Before he entered the station he looked through the doorway, and to his delight saw the girl for whom he was looking.
He did not rush madly into the station, but paused a moment, and then walked in quietly, thinking that if his quest should be successful he must not frighten the excitable girl.
Cicely sat on one of the benches in the waiting-room. In her dainty travelling costume of black, and her small hat with its black veil, she looked so fair and young that Rob felt sudden misgivings as to his errand. But it must be done, and, quietly advancing, he took a seat beside her.
“Where are you going, Miss Dupuy?” he asked in a voice which was kinder and more gentle than he himself realized.
She looked up with a start, and said in a low voice, “Why do you follow me? May I not be left alone to go where I choose?”
“You may, Miss Dupuy, if you will tell me where you are going, and give me your word of honor that you will return if sent for.”