"That is the first thing for us to ascertain. Lyon, you must take me over to Miss Elliott's School at once. We want to find out all we can, and immediately. If I may make a suggestion, Mr. Broughton, you will await our return here instead of accompanying us. It may possibly prove that your disguise should not be disclosed at this juncture."
Broughton did not demur. He was obviously too much overwhelmed by the uncertainties of the situation to take the initiative in any direction.
"Don't be long," he said, with a wistfulness that sat strangely on his heavy features. "If she has really gone, I must know it. I must have the police search the town for her at once."
Howell and Lyon walked away leaving him standing in the doorway, looking after them in helpless impotence.
"That complicates things," said Howell.
Lyon nodded.
"If there is any connection between Lawrence and Mrs. Broughton--"
"There isn't, of the sort he thinks."
"If there is any connection, it may supply the motive for the assault on Fullerton. I'm afraid we aren't going to get much help for our side from this interview, but I'd rather know the worst than be tied up in ignorance."
"If Mrs. Broughton will talk!"