She flew out of the room, and ran out on the lawn, from which direction she had heard the terrified cry.
Remembering the pin, as she ran, she stuck it carefully in her belt and hurried to the spot whence the sounds proceeded.
It was nearly dark now, and she sped across the grass, in fear for the safety of her pet.
Stone started to follow her, but Lucille appeared just then, and he paused to explain matters to her.
When they reached the lawn, Iris was nowhere to be seen, and the little dog, cruelly beaten, was whining in pain and distress.
Listening intently, Stone heard the last sounds of a disappearing motor car in the distance.
"Kidnapped again!" he cried, angrily. "And she's got the pin with her! Young, of course! Oh, how careless I've been!" and calling to Campbell, he ran toward the garage for a car.
"But how can you follow?" asked Lucille, distractedly, "you don't know which way they went, after the turn, do you?"
"No," said Stone, despairingly, "I don't."