Instead, she rang up Whitmore's office.
"No ma'am, he hasn't been here this morning," the office boy said.
"Then give me Mr.Beard, his secretary." "He hasn't been here, either." She hung up the receiver and turned a bewildered countenance to her brother.
"There is something singular about Herbert's absence from home and his failure to appear at the office," she said.

"I don't know why I should think so--but I do." "It's impossible for your husband to have reached the city," Ward answered reassuringly.

"He won't get there for twenty-five minutes and the chances are he'll stop in various saloons before he tries to find Whitmore.

I'll have my car here in ten minutes and we'll proceed at once to Whitmore's office and wait for him.

Now hurry and get dressed." Ward paced the drawing-room while waiting for his sister to finish her toilet.