He has disappeared.

I am here to find him.

Perhaps," she added, leaning a little over towards Ray, and in a slightly altered tone, "perhaps you can help me ?" Again it seemed to me that Ray was troubled by a certain speechlessness.
When at last he found words, they and his tone were alike harsh, almost violent.
"Do you think," he said, "that I would stretch out the little finger of my hand to help you or him?
You know very well that I would not.

The pair of you, in my opinion, were long since outside the pale of consideration from any living being.

If he is lost, so much the better.
If he is dead, so much the better still." "It is because I know how you feel towards him," she said, slowly, "that I wondered--yes, I wondered!" "Well ?" "Whether you could not, if you chose, solve for me the mystery of his disappearance." There was as much as a dozen seconds or so of tense silence between them.