"Not exactly," said Mr. Ingelow, coolly. "I'm not blessed, unfortunately, with the gift of the fairy prince in the child's tale. I can't see my friends through walls of stone and mortar; but I take it she is at the palatial mansion uptown."
"She is not!"
"Eh?"
"She is not!" reiterated Miriam. "I have just been there. They are in the utmost alarm and distress—at least, Mr. Walraven appears to be. Mollie has again disappeared."
"By Jove!" cried Mr. Ingelow, in dismay.
"She left the house late last night. One of the servants, it appears, saw her go, and she has never been heard of or seen since."
"By Jove!" for the second time exclaimed Hugh Ingelow.
"It is supposed that she has met with foul play—been inveigled away from home, and is in the power of a villain."
"Well," said Mr. Ingelow, drawing a long breath, "Miss Dane has the greatest knack of causing sensations of any lady I ever knew. Pray, are you aware this is the second time such a thing has happened?"
"I am quite aware of it. Also, that she went against her will."