"I suppose you think it's a case of nerves," she said, "and maybe it is. But I shouldn't worry if he hadn't sent word to me that he would be here by nine. I'm afraid something has happened, and I want you to see about it."
"Have you any idea where he went?"
"He spoke of going to Mr. Coleman's."
"William T. Coleman's?"
"Yes."
"Well, that will be a good place to start a search, then." And I secured my hat.
"It's good of you to go," said Miss Kendrick.
"Am I forgiven?" I asked, taking the small hand that lay so temptingly near my own, and bending over it.
"There, that will do," she said, snatching her hand away and retreating in some confusion. "Your pardon for being an obstinate man-creature is signed, and you'd better not imperil it by any Louis Quatorze manners. And I'm sure you'd better not waste any more time."
Once out of the house my fears for Wharton Kendrick became more lively, and I hastened to the Coleman residence.