"Only since I've known Grace," she replied. "She introduced us."
"Has Mr. Willis ever shown you any attention?"
"Certainly not," Miss Stanford flashed, angrily. "All his attention was for Grace."
There was the least trace of bitterness in the tone, and Hatch imagined he read it aright. Willis was a man whom both perhaps loved; it might be in that event that Miss Stanford knew more than she had said of the whereabouts of Grace Field. The next step was to see Willis.
"I suppose you'll do everything possible to find Miss Field?" he asked.
"Certainly," said the girl.
"Have you her photograph?"
"I have one, yes, but I don't think--I don't believe Grace----"
"Would like to have it published?" asked Hatch. "Possibly not, under ordinary circumstances--but now that she is missing it is the surest way of getting a trace of her. Will you give it to me?"
Miss Stanford was silent for a time. Then apparently she made up her mind, for she arose.