Till he unlocks them none can understand.”
Maybelle’s unhappy love and thwarted ambition had roused all the worst passions of her nature. She would have committed any evil deed that would have won her Beresford’s heart.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
SEARCHING IN VAIN.
It was a week before Otho could mingle with the world again in his search for the brave girl who had so strangely eluded him.
And then her disappearance became as strange as it had seemed the first time.
Naturally it did not once occur to him that Floy had found a powerful protector in the person of Miss Beresford.
The splendid house on Fifth Avenue, where the heiress lived, was the last one he would have thought of searching for the missing girl.
Yet in that splendid casket Floy, like some beautiful precious jewel, was hidden from his sight.
The fair girl in her modesty had refrained from acquainting her kind employer with the story of her persecution by Otho Maury. She thought: