THE CAPTURE
Mr. DeVere was rather worried when he reached home, and found his daughters' note. He puzzled over what could have taken them out with Russ, and went across the hall to inquire. By this time Mrs. Dalwood had returned, and found the note her son had left.
There was not much information in it—Russ had not had time for that—and the mystery seemed all the deeper.
"I wonder what I had better do?" asked Mr. DeVere of Mrs. Dalwood.
"Just don't do anything—and don't worry," she advised. "I know your daughters are able to take care of themselves—especially Miss Alice."
"Yes, she seems very capable—of late," he agreed, remembering how she had worked to get him into the moving picture business.
"And with Russ no harm will come to them," went on Mrs. Dalwood. "He's a good boy."
"Indeed he is! But I wish I knew what it was all about."
There was the honk of an auto horn in the street below, and as they looked out, they saw, in the gleam of a street lamp, Ruth and Alice alighting.
"There they are now!" exclaimed Mr. DeVere, with a note of relief in his voice.