“Perhaps we can surprise Mrs. Sandow,” suggested the lawyer. “Don’t make any more noise than you can help.”
Softly the door was opened, and then on tiptoes they entered the hall. The house seemed strangely quiet.
“She’ll probably be in the sitting-room,” suggested the physician, but the woman was not there. Nor was she in any of the downstairs apartments.
“Look in her bedroom,” proposed the lawyer.
The three ascended the stairs. No voice called to know who was coming up. The house remained quiet.
“I guess she’s gone,” said Mr. Boise.
“I’m afraid so,” admitted Dr. Spidderkins.
A glance into Mrs. Sandow’s room showed that she had taken flight. The apartment was in confusion. Clothing was scattered about, as though she had hastily packed what she could, and gone off.
“This is too bad!” exclaimed Mr. Boise. “I depended on making her confess, before she saw her husband. She has probably joined him.”
“And taken a lot of my money with her,” added the physician. “I only hope they did not disturb my valuable books. I must look and see.”