"No, I have never met her. You will have to search elsewhere."
"That is strange, madame, very strange. Didn't your son bring a girl here who was injured at the stone quarry?"
"That is quite true, sir. My daughter received a slight injury at the quarry, and it was she my son brought home."
The man frowned and bit savagely at his cigar.
"Confound it all!" he growled. "What am I to do?"
"Why not go to the quarry," Mrs. Hampton suggested. "You may learn something there."
"That is the only thing I can do, I suppose," and the man sighed. "But, by the way, where is your son now? And your daughter, too, for that matter?"
"They went down the road but a short time ago. Didn't you meet them?
They were in a car."
"We met several cars, but I didn't see anything of your son. I know him quite well, for let me tell you, madame, he and my daughter are very fond of each other. I believe that he is the cause of all this trouble."
"I am surprised to hear you say such a thing, sir. Are you sure that my son lured your daughter away from home?"