“No, I haven’t. But I remember the name, because I used to know folks at Center Square.”
“Didn’t Margaret say anything in her letter about how she was getting on or what she was doing?” asked Mary Louise.
“There wasn’t any letter. Just a folded piece of paper.”
“Oh, that’s too bad! And what was the date?”
“Sometime in January. Let’s see, it must have been near the start of the month, for I remember I used some of that money to buy my grandson a birthday present, and his birthday’s on the seventh.”
“Well, I thank you very much for what you have told me,” concluded Mary Louise. “Maybe it will lead to something. I’ll go to Center Square and make inquiries. You see,” she explained, “Margaret Detweiler’s grandparents are very unhappy because they haven’t heard from her, and I want to do all in my power to find her. Margaret is all they have, and they love her dearly.”
The woman’s eyes filled with tears.
“And may you have good luck, my dear child!” she said.
CHAPTER VII
The Abandoned House
When Mary Louise returned to the hotel, she found everything quiet. She went immediately to the fourth floor; Mrs. Hilliard was in her sitting room, knitting and listening to the radio.