“She must have been frightened.”
“I should rather think she would have been.” Suddenly his mother's face regarding his took on a different expression; it became shrewd and confidential. “Do you suppose her father has taken this way of—?” she said.
“No,” answered Randolph, emphatically.
“You don't?”
“No, I do not. I don't know the man very well, and I don't suppose his record is to be altogether justified, but, if I know anything, he would no more go voluntarily and leave that child alone all night to worry over him than I would.”
“Then you think something has happened to him?”
“I am afraid so.”
“Do you think there has been an accident?”
“I don't know, mother.”
His mother continued to look at him shrewdly. “Do you suppose he has got into any trouble?” she asked, bluntly.