"Ah!" Carl Walraven said, with ashen lips. "She is well, I trust?"
"She is well. She desired me to give you this."
He held out the note. The hands of the millionaire shook as he tried to open it.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"She is with friends. Read that note; it explains all."
"Have you read it?" Carl Walraven asked with sudden, fierce suspicion.
"I have," answered Mr. Ingelow, calmly; "by Miss Dane's express desire."
Mr. Walraven opened the note and read it slowly to the end. His face changed from ashen gray to the livid hue of death. He lifted his eyes to the face of the young artist, and they glowed like the burning eyes of a hunted beast.
"Well?"
It was all he said, and he sent the word hissing hot and fierce from between his set teeth.