"Ah, Miss Osborne, so you are back!"
He bowed over the girl's hand with a great deal of manner, then glanced at once toward the door of the private office.
"Hasn't your father come in yet? I have been looking for him since eight o'clock."
"My father is not home yet, Mr. Bosworth."
"Not home! Do you mean to say that he won't be here to-day?"
"I hardly expect him," replied the girl calmly. "Very likely he will be at home to-night or in the morning."
Griswold had walked away out of hearing; but he felt that the girl purposely raised her voice so that he might hear what she said.
"I must know where he is; there's an important matter waiting—a very serious matter it may prove for him if he isn't here to-day to pass on it. I must wire him at once."
"Very good. You had better do so, Mr. Bosworth. He's at the Peach Tree Club, Atlanta."
"Atlanta! Do you mean to say that he isn't even in this state to-day?"