At the third pull the door opened and disclosed a maid-servant.
"Mrs. Finnimore?" said Jack, as he stepped into the hall—and then stopped.
The servant seemed surprised.
"Mrs. Finnimore?" said she.
"Yes," said Jack. "Is she here?"
"Here?"
"Yes."
"Why, sir—she's gone—"
"Gone!" cried Jack. "Gone! Impossible! Why we drove straight here from
St. Malachi's, and didn't meet her. Which street did she go?"
"Which street, sir? St. Malachi's, sir?" repeated the servant, in bewilderment.