If any one had entered, it must have been because he was admitted, for there were no marks to indicate that the lock had been forced.
She called up the tea room.

Mrs.Palmer was very sympathetic, but there had been no trace of "Viola Cole" there yet.
"You will let me know if you get any word ?" asked Constance anxiously.
"Surely," came back Mrs.Palmer's cordial reply.
A hundred dire possibilities crowded through her mind.

Might Florence be held somewhere as a "white slave"-- not by physical force but by circumstances, ignorant of her rights, afraid to break away again?
Or was it suicide, as she had threatened?
She could not believe it.
Nothing could have happened in such a short time to change her resolution about revenge.
The recollection of all the stories she had read recently crossed her mind.

Could it be a case of drugs?
The girl had given no evidence of being a "dope" fiend.
Perhaps some one had entered, after all.
She thought of the so-called "poisoned needle" cases.

Might she not have been spirited off in that way?
Constance had doubted the stories.
She knew that almost any doctor would say that it was impossible to inject a narcotic by a sudden jab of a hypodermic syringe.