As he sauntered into the room an attendant hurried to him.
"You are wanted most urgently at the 'phone, Mr. Henderson," he said.
"You have had three calls from Main 5770."
Henderson shivered as he picked down the receiver and gave the call.
"Is that you, Hart?" came Edith's voice.
"Yes."
"Did you find Phil?"
"No."
"Did you try?"
"Yes. As soon as I left you I went straight there."
"Wasn't he home yet?"
"He has been home and gone again."
"Gone!"
The cry tore Henderson's heart.
"Shall I come and tell you, Edith?"
"No! Tell me now."
"When I reached the house Banks said Mr. Ammon and Phil were out in the
motor, so I waited. Mr. Ammon came back soon. Edith, are you alone?"
"Yes. Go on!"
"Call your maid. I can't tell you until some one is with you."
"Tell me instantly!"
"Edith, he said he had been to the station. He said Phil had started
to Siam or Patagonia, he didn't know which, and left no address. He
said----"
Distinctly Henderson heard her fall. He set the buzzer ringing, and in
a few seconds heard voices, so he knew she had been found. Then he crept
into a private den and shook with a hard, nervous chill.
The next day Edith Carr started on her trip to Europe. Henderson
felt certain she hoped to meet Philip there. He was sure she would be
disappointed, though he had no idea where Ammon could have gone. But
after much thought he decided he would see Edith soonest by remaining at
home, so he spent the summer in Chicago.
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