“She could get out in a motor car.”
“Who’d take her?”
“Lockwood, of course.”
But just then, Gordon Lockwood came into the Waring study. His usual calm was entirely gone, his eyes wildly staring and his voice quivered as he said, “She’s gone! Anita’s gone!”
“Yes, I know it—I thought you went with her!” and Stone stared in turn.
“No, I didn’t!” Lockwood said, quite unnecessarily. “Find her, Mr. Stone—you can, can’t you?”
“I can find her,” said Fibsy, “if you’ll tell me one thing, Mr. Lockwood, right straight out.”
“What is it? I’ll tell you anything. I’m afraid—”
“You’re afraid she’s killed herself,” said Fibsy, calmly. “Well you tell me this. Are you two—aw—you know—”
The boy blushed, and Stone smiled a little as he said: