Her parents lived in Durham." "I remember her perfectly," was the woman's response as she sat behind the big desk, having apparently at first expected that I had a daughter to put to school.
"Well," I said, "there has been some little friction in the family, and I am making inquiries on behalf of another branch of it--an aunt who desires to ascertain the girl's whereabouts." "Ah, I regret, sir, that I cannot tell you that.

The Baron, her uncle, came here one day and took her away suddenly--abroad, I think." "Had she no school-friend to whom she would probably write ?" "There was a girl named Leithcourt--Muriel Leithcourt--who was her friend, but who has also left." "And no one else ?" I asked.

"Girls often write to each other after leaving school, until they get married, and then the correspondence usually ceases." The principal was silent and reflective.
"Well," she said at last, "there was another pupil who was also on friendly terms with Elma--a girl named Lydia Moreton.

She may have written to her.

If you really desire to know, sir, I dare say I could find her address.