“Then there is no knowing where she is now?” said Dr. Brookes, hastily. “The brave girl may have been imposed upon by the drunken woman! Have you any idea what address she gave her?”
Bert Jackson looked crestfallen for about a minute, then a ray of joy illumined his features.
“I wasn’t near enough to hear the address,” he said, quickly. “You see, I was riding by with my adopted father, and it was only by a good bit of coaxing that I made him let me off, but a man in the crowd told me that the woman was May Osgood, and that she was an actress from some theatre or other.”
“Great Heavens! Greenaway’s sweetheart!” cried Reginald Brookes, “and drunk on the street!”
As the others were staring at him, he hastened to explain, and before he had finished another peal of the bell startled them.
“This is surely Marion!” cried Dollie, darting down the stairs.
But once more she was doomed to bitter disappointment, for half way down the first flight she met Mr. Ray and his sister, both pale as ghosts, and Adele almost crying.
“Oh, what is it?” gasped Dollie, who thought only of her sister. “Has anything happened? Have you heard from Marion?”
Not even Miss Allyn thought to introduce the two gentlemen, but without a moment’s hesitation Mr. Ray stepped straight up to the doctor.
“You and Bert must come with me right away!” he said, quickly. “Miss Marlowe has been inveigled into an awful trap, and it depends on us to get her out of it!”