"Have you seen her?" asked Kent eagerly. "What is she like?"
"I have seen her," said the Inspector. "She's a looloo."
"Ha," said Kent, "a looloo!" The two men looked into one another's eyes.
"Yes," repeated Edwards thoughtfully, "a peach."
A sudden swift flash of intuition, an inspiration, leapt into the young reporter's brain.
This girl, this peach, at all hazards he must save her life.
CHAPTER III
I MUST BUY A BOOK ON BILLIARDS
Kent turned to the Inspector. "Take me into the house," he said. Edwards led the way. The interior of the handsome mansion seemed undisturbed. "I see no sign of a struggle here," said Kent.
"No," answered the Inspector gloomily. "We can find no sign of a struggle anywhere. But, then, we never do."