When Harry Kendal had exerted every means to find Dorothy, and had failed, he commenced to look about for something to do.
It occurred to him that perhaps the best person to whom he could apply was Doctor Crandall, who had been the life-long friend of his old benefactor, Doctor Bryan.
Kendal's appeal was not in vain. He was taken in at once. Indeed, his coming was most opportune, he was told.
It so happened that his very first call was to the home of Mrs. Garner.
"Garner!" The name sounded very familiar to him. His brow darkened as he heard it. Was not that the name of the young man who had been Dorothy Glenn's lover when he first met little Dorothy in the book-bindery? Of course, it was absurd to imagine that there could be anything in common between these wealthy Garners and that poor fellow who worked hard at his trade. Still he hated the name.
When he reached the mansion and was ushered into the corridor, to his intense surprise, the first person whom he met face to face was Jack Garner! He recognized Jack at once; but the light in the corridor was low, and, besides, he had turned up his coat-collar, and with the heavy beard he had grown, Garner, as it was not to be wondered at, did not know him. Besides, Jack had seen him but twice—once as he was putting Dorothy into a coach, and again on the Staten Island boat, in the dim, uncertain moonlight.
"Your patient is this way, doctor," he said, motioning him up the broad stairway.
A sudden, strange thought came to Kendal: What if he should find Dorothy there?
He no sooner entered the room and uttered the first word than the slim figure in black, wearing the blue glasses, started violently. Dorothy recognized him at once, despite the heavy beard.
"How in the world came he here?" she gasped to herself, in the greatest amazement.