"You have heard nothing yet?" he inquired of Mr. Pryor, almost before they had greeted each other.
"Not a word."
The answer confirmed his fears.
Something had happened, but what, it was impossible to determine.
He left Mr. Pryor to make what search he deemed advisable, and going to his own home long enough to change his clothes, called upon Miss Chandler.
He had not the remotest idea what he intended to say to her, and the position in which he found himself placed was a decidedly unpleasant one.
"How pale you look!" exclaimed Miss Chandler, offering him her lips to kiss.
It was an exceedingly cold caress that fell upon them, but if she felt it, she made no sign.
"I don't think I am quite well. I did not sleep last night."
"Has anything happened?"