Comstock. "I'd
be glad to help you if I could, but it seems to be up to you."
Philip sat a long time in silence. "Well, I have decided!" he said
abruptly. "Are you perfectly sure Elnora had plenty of money and a safe
place to go?"
"Absolutely!" answered Mrs. Comstock. "She has been taking care of
herself ever since she was born, and she always has come out all right,
so far; I'll stake all I'm worth on it, that she always will. I don't
know where she is, but I'm not going to worry about her safety."
"I can't help worrying!" cried Philip. "I can think of fifty things
that may happen to her when she thinks she is safe. This is distracting!
First, I am going to run up to see my father. Then, I'll let you know
what we have decided. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Nothing!" said Mrs. Comstock.
But the desire to do something for him was so strong with her she
scarcely could keep her lips closed or her hands quiet. She longed to
tell him what Edith Carr had said, how it had affected Elnora, and to
comfort him as she felt she could. But loyalty to the girl held her.
If Elnora truly felt that she could not decide until Edith Carr was
convinced, then Edith Carr would have to yield or triumph. It rested
with Philip. So Mrs. Comstock kept silent, while Philip took the night
limited, a bitterly disappointed man.
By noon the next day he was in his father's offices. They had a long
conference, but did not arrive at much until the elder Ammon suggested
sending for Polly.
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