“Nothing at all,” declared Margaret solemnly. “He” — a slight expression of fearfulness appeared in her eyes, as she looked toward her uncle — “he said nothing of his plans.”
“And you were engaged to him?” asked Hasbrouck quietly.
“Yes,” answered Margaret, “but that is ended now.”
“Why?”
“My uncle disapproved. He said that in his opinion I was too young to marry. I am not yet twenty-one. But” — her eyes turned again toward Glendenning — “he did not interfere. After Robert went away, without a word, I decided that Uncle Clinton must be right. That is all.”
“Do you know Jerry Middleton?” inquired Hasbrouck.
“No,” replied the girl. “I have heard Robert speak of him. They were friends. But I did not know Mr. Middleton.”
WHILE Don Hasbrouck was considering another question, Margaret Glendenning arose abruptly and walked from the room. The sudden action perplexed the detective. Hasbrouck turned to speak to Glendenning.
“Regarding Middleton,” he said, “I might mention that the man is wealthy, and a very good friend of Buchanan’s. When I tell Middleton, this evening, that his friend has disappeared, he will leave nothing to chance in conducting a thorough search.
“I have been employed by Buchanan’s relations. I am working on this case alone. I have assembled some data, and all my previous findings have been recorded. I shall include my interviews with you and Miss Glendenning in the report that I expect to make.”