Her eyes were red, and it was evident that she had been weeping.
“Miss Lansing?” the detective asked.
“That is my name, sir.”
“My name is Jones; I’m from Albany, and——”
“I heard you tell the servant that you wished to speak with me about my brother,” broke in the girl, eagerly. “Do you know anything about him? He has been gone since Monday night, and the suspense of not knowing whether he is living or dead is more than I can bear. He disappeared from Boston, as perhaps you know.”
“I will tell you about your brother in a few moments, Miss Lansing. First, however, I would like to ask about your uncle, Mr. Montgomery.”
“Do you know whether John is alive? Oh, tell me that before anything else!”
“Is your uncle in the house?” asked Nick.
“Did not the servant tell you he was gone?”
“When a servant tells a caller that her master is out, it does not always follow that he is.”