But the taxi-driver--no, they nev' fin' heem!" "Let's wait, Ba'tiste." "Oh--ah, _oui_." On they drove in silence, talking of trivial things, each fencing away from the subject that was on their minds and from mention of the unfortunate interview with Medaine Robinette.

The miles faded slowly, at last to bring the camp into view.

Ten minutes later, Houston leaped from the buggy and knocked at the door of the cottage.
"I want to see Miss Jierdon," he told the cook who had opened the door.
That person shook her head.
"She's gone." "Gone?
Where ?" "To town, I guess.

She came back here from Miss Robinette's last night and packed her things and left.

She didn't say where she was going.
She left a note for you." "Let me have it!" There was anxiety in the command.