Will be away for a time and leave you in charge.
“Me in charge!” Judy exclaimed. She couldn’t imagine herself conducting Emily Grimshaw’s business sensibly. “I’ll just close up for the day,” she decided in exasperation. Leaving a notice to that effect at the hotel desk, she locked the office and started for Dr. Faulkner’s house.
In the entrance hall she was met by an anxious group of faces. Dale’s, Pauline’s—and Peter’s.
“Judy!” he cried, and then when her only answer was a choked sob, again, “Judy!”
“Oh, Peter! You’ll help?”
“That’s why I’m here. We telephoned everywhere. We thought you’d never come.”
“Where on earth were you?” Dale asked.
“Hunting for Irene,” Judy explained brokenly. “I—I followed up a clue. I thought I knew where Irene was and I went out there to get her to—to bring her home and surprise you, but she wasn’t there.”
“Wasn’t where?”
“Where I thought she was ... the most awful place just off Gravesend Avenue out in old Parkville. The—the house has a tower, just like the tower in Sarah Glenn’s poems. It’s burned halfway up and—and—and——”