Part 30 (1/2)
”I have? How? Not against Eunice?”
”Never mind, ma'am, I must get off by myself, and straighten out my notes, and see where I stand. Are you going to telephone to Mrs.
Embury again?”
”No!” and the little head was tossed proudly. ”If she wants me, let her call me up. I did my part, now I'll subside. And, too--if she is--is--oh, I can't say it! But I'll wait further developments before I decide just where I stand in regard to Eunice Embury!”
CHAPTER XII
IN HANLON'S OFFICE
In an office building, away downtown, a little old lady stood in the lobby studying the great bulletin board of room numbers.
”Can I help you, ma'am?” asked the elevator starter, seeing her perplexity.
”I want Sykes and Barton, Scenic Sign Painters,” she said, positively enough; ”but there are so many S's, I can't seem to find them!”
”All right, ma'am; here they are. Sixth floor, Room 614.”
”Thank you,” the old lady said, and entered the elevator he indicated.
She seemed preoccupied, and made no move to leave the car, until the elevator man spoke to her twice.
”This is the floor you want, lady,” he said. ”Room 614. That way, just round that first corner.”
Miss Ames started off in the way he pointed, and stood for a moment in front of the door numbered 614.
Then, with a determined shake of her thin shoulders, she opened the door and walked in.
”I want to see Mr. Hanlon,” she said to the girl at the first desk.
”By appointment?”
”No; but say it is Miss Ames--he'll see me.”
”Why, Miss Ames, how do you do?” and the man who had so interested the beholders of his feat in Newark came forward to greet her. ”Come right into my office,” and he led her to an inner room. ”Now, what's it all about?”
The cheery reception set his visitor at ease, and she drew a long breath of relief as she settled herself in the chair he offered.
”Oh, Mr. Hanlon, I'm so frightened--or, at least, I was. It's all so noisy and confusing down here! Why, I haven't been downtown in New York for twenty years!”
”That so? Then I must take you up on our roof and show you a few of the skysc.r.a.pers--”
”No, no, I've not time for anything like that. Oh, Mr.
Hanlon--you--have you read in the papers of our--our trouble?”
”Yes,” and the young man spoke gravely, ”I have, Miss Ames. Just a week ago to-day, wasn't it?”
”Yes; and they're no nearer a solution of the mystery than ever. And, oh, Mr. Hanlon, they're still suspecting Eunice--Mrs. Embury--and I must save her! She didn't do it--truly she didn't, and--I think I did.”