“You might. But don’t expect any results; for there are so many papers, and so many cities. She might not even be in this country now.”
“What about the brooch story!” asked Martha. “I never heard that!”
“No, we never told it, and never intended to; but since you have accidentally heard part of it, you may as well learn the rest,” replied Jeanette.
Jeanette went on to tell her briefly how, after Georgia had been living with them for some months, and had been left alone for the week-end, a valuable brooch of Mrs. Grant's had been found in Georgia's pocket under very puzzling circumstances, and that, immediately after, Georgia had mysteriously disappeared.
“How very uncomfortable for all of you,” was Martha’s comment, when Jeanette had finished her explanation. “Why don't you tell everybody you know,” she proposed, after a moment’s thought, “that you want to find Georgia! Just give them a description of her, and tell them to be on the lookout for such a person. You needn't tell them why you want her.”
The girls smiled skeptically over her suggestion.
“I'll ask John—Mr. Pierce anyhow,” she persisted. “He meets such a lot of people.”
“First call for dinner. Dining car forward,” called a waiter, passing through the car.
“Let’s go in right away,” proposed Martha, rising promptly. “If we don’t, we’ll be standing in line later. We had a very light lunch, you know,” she added, as Jeanette smiled. “And I’ll have to be leaving you in about an hour.”
So they went in to the dining car, and lingered over their last meal together on the trip; talking over the happenings in detail, as perhaps only a trio of college girls can.