"Here is all the money we have,—two hundred and fifteen dollars."
"It will be ample, madam."
"Then kindly make haste and unlock this door."
"Very good, madam."
Mrs. Waddington waited, chafing. The moments passed.
"Madam."
"Well, what is it now?"
"I regret to have to inform you, madam," said Ferris respectfully, "that, when the policeman went away, he took the key with him."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It had taken George some considerable time to establish connection with the Waddington home at Hempstead; but he had done it at last, only to be informed that Molly did not appear to be on the premises. She had driven up in her two-seater, a Swedish voice gave him to understand, but after remaining in the house a short while had driven off again.