This he continued to do for nearly a quarter of an hour, when he paused, and said—
"Do you know where Mrs. Martindale lives?"
"At No.—Pearl street."
"No doubt she can tell where Mary is."
"I think it more than probable."
"Then I will see her at once."
"Had you not better wait a little longer? I should be sorry to attract attention, or cause remark about the matter, which would be the result, if it got out that you went in search of her after eleven o'clock at night."
This had the effect to cause Mr. Lester to wait little longer. But when the clock struck twelve, he could restrain himself no further. Taking up his hat, he hurried off in the direction of Mrs. Martindale's.
"Is Mrs. Martindale at home?" he asked of the servant, who, after he had rung three or four times, found her way to the door.
"No, sir," was the reply.