“Farringdon Sanitarium?” she asked. “Is Mr. Lang well enough to come to the phone?”
“Oh, yes indeed,” the voice replied. “Just a moment and I will call him. He is taking a walk around the grounds.”
“He’s taking a walk,” Judy turned and whispered. “Won’t Irene be glad to hear he’s out of his wheeled chair?”
Then Mr. Lang’s voice, wonderfully clear, asked who was calling.
“It’s Judy. I called about Irene.”
“About Irene!” Instantly the voice changed. Judy could tell that her fears were well founded.
“Yes, yes. About Irene. She’s still missing. Who are her relatives in Brooklyn?”
“Why, I—I dunno,” the old man faltered.
“You don’t know! But you said not to worry. She was with relatives....”
“Didn’t I say as she might be?”