“Janet’s in desperate peril,” Howard said huskily.
“You said something about her escape when we met,” Dorothy reminded him. “Has somebody kidnapped her? Have you any idea where she is?”
“Yes, she’s a prisoner. A prisoner in the Jordans’ apartment on West 93rd Street.”
“Then her father is away?”
“No. He leaves tonight, I believe.”
“But, my goodness!—a girl can’t be kidnapped and made a prisoner in her own home. Especially if her father is there. It doesn’t sound possible.”
“I know it doesn’t,” admitted Howard desperately, “it sounds crazy. But it’s the truth, just the same. She’s in frightful danger.”
Dorothy looked horrified. “You mean that my uncle and Janet don’t get on together—that they’ve had a row and you’re afraid he will harm her?”
“Oh, no, they’re very fond of each other.”
“Then Uncle Michael is a prisoner, too!”