It may not be too late. He took our fastest car, our best chauffeur.
Theodore
Detectives are to watch all the steamers to-morrow. John telephoned at once.
Lucy
But to-morrow will be too late! And, oh! when it all comes out in the newspapers! The ghastly head-lines—"well-known scientist, beautiful daughter of a prominent family!" Oh! What will people say?
[John, hurried and worried, rushes out shouting for Lucy.
John
Any news? Any news? [Theodore and Lucy give him gestures of despair.] Then it's too late. [He, too, paces to and fro in fury. Then bracing up.] Well, I found Rex, over at the Golf Club. Terribly cut up. But listen; not a drink, not one!... Where's Jean? Got to see her at once.
Theodore
Locked herself up in her room, John, crying her little heart out!