.

She doesn't deserve to be found.

There is nothing to be afraid of--nothing to alarm anybody in a man like that." So she gathered up her notes and walked slowly out and across to the private office of the Tracer of Lost Persons.
"Come in," said the Tracer when she knocked.

He was using the telephone; she seated herself rather listlessly beside the window, where spring sunshine lay in gilded patches on the rug and spring breezes stirred the curtains.

She was a little tired, but there seemed to be no good reason why.