“Oughtn’t we to hire a detective?” asked Ethel.
The policeman shrugged his shoulders in contempt.
“My dear young lady, detectives are seldom any good—except in books. And besides—they’re mighty expensive!”
Marjorie’s brow clouded; she knew they could not afford to spend much money, for they were not yet out of the woods financially. Nevertheless, regardless of her personal feeling in the matter, she believed that, as the girl’s employers, they should do all within their power to find her.
“If you could suggest anything—” she began.
“Would one or two of your men be willing to spend a night here?” interrupted Ethel.
“Maybe,” replied the officer. “I guess so. When?”
“Tonight, if possible!” urged Marjorie. “We mustn’t delay!”
“All right; but it won’t do no good. It ain’t likely anybody’s come around now. I’ll ask the sergeant.”