Gertrude looked grateful.
“It would be a great relief to feel that something was being done. But—” she added hesitatingly, “your time is valuable and there would be expense. I have some means, Mr. Prescott, and though I dare not speak to my father about it, you must draw on me.”
“We’ll talk about it later. I wish I could go now, but that’s impossible, and there’s no use in suggesting that Mr. Jernyngham should send somebody else. Besides, I believe I’d have the best chance of picking up the right trail. You won’t mind my saying that I’m very sorry for you?”
Her eyes grew soft and her whole expression gentle. It was an attractive face Prescott looked into.
“I value your sympathy,” she said softly. “Indeed, I can’t tell you what a comfort you have been. But you will undertake this search as soon as possible, won’t you?”
“Yes,” Prescott replied firmly; “you can count on that. If I’ve made things easier for you, I’m very glad.”
Then he turned away and hurried back to the binder.