But the girl had been overpowered in the end and taken off.
To where?
That was the all important question.
While our hero was gazing around the room, little Tommy was crying at the top of his lungs.
To quiet him, Jerry gave him his bowl of bread and milk, and also gave Dottie her supper.
Then Jerry began a minute examination of the rooms.
There was mud on the oil-cloth—the tracks of four boots.
“Slocum and Casey, his book-keeper,” he said to himself.
Going below he interviewed Mrs. Flannigan, a good-natured Irish woman who lived on the nest floor.
“Did you see Miss Ardell this afternoon?”