"They have gone away together!" cried Janice, in despair.
"She knew where he was going to be at that hour, sure enough; she would probably have called him at the telephone in the railroad station, anyway. And the catastrophe," he smiled a little, "and Olga's getting so angry, may have changed their plans completely. Maybe he did meet her somewhere."
"Oh, Daddy! what kind of a looking man is Willie Sangreen?" cried
Janice.
"I really could not tell you."
"But maybe it was he who drove the taxicab?" suggested the girl.
"That might be worth looking up," said her father. "And yet, it does not explain," he added, as they went into the living-room, "why Olga should have stolen the treasure-box. That seems to be the greatest mystery."
CHAPTER VIII. THEY COME AND GO
"Daddy, do you mind if we have dinner a little early this evening?" Janice asked.
"I have my appetite with me, if that is what you want to know," said Broxton Day, smiling down upon her.
"Well, Delia has it all ready, I think. Too early, of course."