Nick had a warm place in his heart for one so timid and distressed as this girl appeared, and he bowed very kindly.
"Yes, Miss Page," said he. "What can I do for you? You appear to be in trouble."
"I am in trouble—terrible trouble, sir," cried the girl, with a half-choked sob. "Oh, Mr. Carter, I come to you in despair, a girl without friends or advisers, and who knows not whither to turn. I have been told that you have a kind heart, and that you are the one man able to solve the dreadful mystery which—"
Nick checked her pathetic flood of words with a kindly gesture.
"Calm yourself, Miss Page," said he, in a sort of paternal way. "Resume your chair, please. Though I am somewhat pressed for time just now I will give you at least a few moments."
"Oh, thank you, sir!"
"Be calm, however, in order that we may accomplish all the more."
"I will, sir."
"To what mystery do you refer? What is the occasion of your terrible distress?"
Violet Page subdued her agitation and hastened to reply.