"Oh, sir, you can not tell how your words affect me!" she sobbed.
"Why?" he asked, surprisedly.
The girl hung her pretty head, and her blue eyes sought the floor in the greatest embarrassment.
"Will you tell me why?" he repeated, earnestly. "It is my right to know, is it not, Miss Nannie?"
"Well, you see, sir," she stammered, confusedly, "we have not seen or heard anything from Dorothy Glenn since Labor Day and every one hereabouts thought that—that you knew where she was."
He flushed a dark crimson and gave a guilty start.
"I am so glad to know that our suspicions were groundless," she breathed, thankfully; adding: "I am indeed sorry that I can not tell you where Dorothy is; we would all give the world to know, I assure you."
He could not help asking next, in a low, husky voice:
"What of Nadine Holt? Where is she?"
Again the girl's face clouded.