A faint voice answered him.
“It’s Molly, Jordan!... Listen! I’m down at the 224 foot of the hill. Do come here! I’m nearly frantic.... Yes, I’ll wait.”
Very soon Molly saw Jordan crossing the street, and she went to meet him.
“Let’s walk,” she said fretfully. “I can’t breathe.”
“If you feel like I do,” replied Morse moodily, “I pity you.”
He led her to a small park where they sat down upon one of the wooden benches.
“I’m shocked beyond expression,” said Molly wearily.
“So am I,” replied Morse. Then picking up the thread of thought which had troubled him all the evening, he went on, “I need my boy! Every night I’m haunted by dreams. I’d give up my plans about Jinnie if I had him....”
“Well, I never!” ejaculated Molly.
“The trouble with you is you haven’t any heart,” went on Jordan. “How you put your mind on anything but finding that child I don’t know. But I notice you manage to keep close on Theo’s heels every minute.”