"What is it that you think? Tell me," she cried softly.
"You're his friend, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"There's some talk around town that he was held up by Bleyer. I came up here to see him or Verinder. Foul play of some kind, that's my guess."
"But—you surely don't think that Mr. Bleyer or Mr. Verinder would ... hurt him."
The look of dogged resolution on the man's granite face did not soften. "They'll have to show me—and by God! if they did——"
Her mind flew with consternation to the attack upon Kilmeny that had been made by Bleyer. But Verinder had told her nobody had been hurt. Could they have taken the highgrader prisoner? Were they holding him for some purpose?
"Mr. Verinder gets up about this time usually," she said.
"I'm waiting for him. He said he would be down at once."
"Will you tell me anything you find out, please? I'll be on the veranda upstairs."