The girl sat up with startling suddenness: "'I thought I'd ask you first,' she said.
"'And second?'
"'I shall have to pull myself together and find out if somebody doesn't know where she is.'"
Singleton asked, "Why?" As she didn't answer that: "Is there any great hurry?"
"Well, there is," she admitted, with a nervous clasping and unclasping of her hands. "I can't say any more, but the authorities have got to know."
"To know—" He waited.
"That Greta ought to be found."
"And when she is found?" Singleton inquired innocently.
Her answer evidently cost her something. "She ought to be sent out of the country."
Singleton suggested the futility of that had been proved.