“Were you in your room when she disappeared?”
“No, sir; O! no, sir. I was next door to Jennie’s room. I just went in to borrow a fine needle.”
“And when you came back the child was gone?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have you searched the house?”
“Every corner, sir.”
“Did you run out in the street?”
“Yes, sir; we’ve been searching the neighborhood for an hour. We were just waiting now till you came.”
The Judge stood stock still in the midst of his apprehensive domestics. Had the little stranger run home?
Probably, and yet—he reflected for a minute, his face heavy with what the young lawyers of Riverport were pleased to call his “judicial frown.”