"FIND HER, OR I'LL FIND HER MYSELF."
Mr. Stanlock came home from a meeting of mining stockholders about the time when consternation over the disappearance of Helen was at its height. After the particulars of the affair, so far as they were known, had been explained to him, he asked:
"Where are the detectives?"
The question fell with something of a shock on the ears of the assembled searchers who had just completed a second fruitless hunt through the house. Why had they not thought of the trio of "mystery masters" before?
"We ought to have called them in at once," Mrs. Stanlock said. "I suppose they've gone by this time, but I'll see."
She pushed the buzzer button in the hall and soon the new chauffeur appeared at the side entrance. Yes, the detectives had gone, but he knew where they could be found—at the High Peak Athletic Club.
Mr. Stanlock at once called up the club and soon had one of the detectives on the wire.
"Can you men come over at once?" he inquired. "One of the girls has disappeared and we are afraid that something serious has happened."
"Yes, we'll be there right away," was the answer.
Twenty minutes later there was a ring at the door and the three detectives, a tall thin man, a short heavy man, and a squarely built angular man, were ushered in.