It seemed hardly possible that all of them could have
joined in it.
If she were kidnapped, it must have been on the street in broad
daylight. Such things had happened. It would not be the first
disappearance of the kind.
Quickly Kennedy called up Deputy O'Connor. It was only too true.
Burke had reported that she had disappeared and the police,
especially those at the stations and ferries and in the suburbs
had been notified to look for her. All this seemed to have taken
place in those hours when the mysterious telephone calls had sent
us on the wrong trail.
Kennedy said nothing, but I could see that he was doing some keen
thinking.
Just then the telephone rang again. It was from the man whom we
had left at the Prince Edward Albert. Senora de Moche had gone out
and driven rapidly to the Grand Central. He had not been able to
find out what ticket she bought, but the train was just leaving.
Kennedy paced up and down, muttering to himself. "Whitney first--
then Lockwood--and Alfonso. The Senora takes a train. Suppose the
first message were true? Gas and oil for a trip."
He seized the telephone book and hastily turned the pages over. At
last his finger rested on a name in the suburban section.
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