“And you'll let me know immediately—as soon as you find out anything?”
“Immediately. I'll telegraph. Where to? Your Fifth Avenue address?”
“Stay here to-night, Florence,” put in Edna. “It will be all right, now.”
“Very well. Thank you, dear. Then you can telegraph here, Mr. Larcher.”
Her instant compliance with Edna's suggestion puzzled Larcher a little.
“She's had an understanding with her father,” said Edna, having noted his look. “She's a bit more her own mistress to-day than she was yesterday.”
“Yes,” said Florence, “I—I had a talk with him—I spoke to him about those letters, and he finally—explained the matter. We settled many things. He released me from the promise we were talking about yesterday.”
“Good! That's excellent news!”
“It's the news we had ready for you when you brought us such a disappointment,” bemoaned Edna.
“It's news that will change the world for Davenport,” replied Larcher. “I must find him now. If he only knew what was waiting for him, he wouldn't be long missing.”