As he passed me, he whispered, "Take a man and go with this woman; look into matters and send me word if you want me; I will be here for two hours." I did not need a second permission.

Beckoning to Harris, I reapproached the woman.

"Where do you come from," said I, "I am to go back with you and investigate the affair it seems." "Did he say so ?" she asked, pointing to Mr.Gryce who now stood with his back to us busily talking with the Superintendent.
I nodded, and she at once moved towards the door.

"I come from No .---- Second Avenue: Mr.Blake's house," she whispered, uttering a name so well known, I at once understood Mr.Gryce's movement of sudden interest "A girl--one who sewed for us--disappeared last night in a way to alarm us very much.

She was taken from her room--" "Yes," she cried vehemently, seeing my look of sarcastic incredulity, "taken from her room; she never went of her own accord; and she must be found if I spend every dollar of the pittance I have laid up in the bank against my old age." Her manner was so intense, her tone so marked and her words so vehement, I at once and naturally asked if the girl was a relative of hers that she felt her abduction so keenly.
"No," she replied, "not a relative, but," she went on, looking every way but in my face, "a very dear friend--a--a--protegee, I think they call it, of mine; I--I--She must be found," she again reiterated.
We were by this time in the street.
"Nothing must be said about it," she now whispered, catching me by the arm.