You don't mind, do you ?" "No, I don't mind," said Harren wearily, "only, when are we going to begin to search for--_her_ ?" "Very soon--I may say extremely soon," said Mr.Keen gravely.

"By the way, I think I'll take that sheet of paper on which I copied the cipher.
Thank you.

I won't be long." The attendant had vanished.

Captain Harren sat down by a window and gazed out into the late afternoon sunshine.

The Tracer of Lost Persons, treading softly across the carpeted floor, approached the sanctuary, turned the handle, and walked in, carefully closing the door behind him.
There was a young girl seated at a desk by an open window; she looked up quietly as he entered, then rose leisurely.
"Miss Inwood ?" "Yes." She was slender, dark-eyed, dark-haired--a lovely, wholesome young creature; gracious and graceful.