"I don"t think there"s anything seriously wrong. Davenport has been away from home for a day or two without saying anything about it to his landlady, as he usually does in such cases. That"s all."
"And didn"t he send you word about breaking the engagement with you?"
persisted Edna.
"No. I suppose it slipped his mind."
"And neither you nor the landlady has any idea where he is?"
"Not when I saw her last--about half an hour ago."
"Well!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Edna. "That _is_ a mysterious disappearance!"
The landlady had used the same expression. Such was Larcher"s mental observation in the moment"s silence that followed,--a silence broken by a low cry from Florence Kenby.
"Oh, if anything has happened to him!"
The intensity of feeling in her voice and look was something for which Larcher had not been prepared. It struck him to the heart, and for a time he was without speech for a rea.s.suring word. Edna, though manifestly awed by this first full revelation of her friend"s concern for Davenport, undertook promptly the office of banishing the alarm she had helped to raise.
"Oh, don"t be frightened, dear. There"s nothing serious, after all. Men often go where business calls them, without accounting to anybody. He"s quite able to take care of himself. I"m sure it isn"t as bad as Tom says."
"As I say!" exclaimed Larcher. "_I_ don"t say it"s bad at all. It"s your own imagination, Edna,--your sudden and sensational imagination. There"s no occasion for alarm, Miss Kenby. Men often, as Edna says--"
"But I must make sure," interrupted Florence. "If anything _is_ wrong, we"re losing time. He must be sought for--the police must be notified."
"His landlady--a very good woman, her name is Mrs. Haze--spoke of that, and she"s the proper one to do it. But we decided, she and I, to wait awhile longer. You see, if the police took up the matter, and it got noised about, and Davenport reappeared in the natural order of things--as of course he will--why, how foolish we should all feel!"
"What do feelings of that sort matter, when deeper ones are concerned?"
"Nothing at all; but I"m thinking of Davenport"s feelings. You know how he would hate that sort of publicity."
"That must be risked. It"s a small thing compared with his safety. Oh, if you knew my anxiety!"
"I understand, Miss Kenby. I"ll have Mrs. Haze go to police headquarters at once. I"ll go with her. And then, if there"s still no news, I"ll go around to the--to other places where people inquire in such cases."
"And you"ll let me know immediately--as soon as you find out anything?"
"Immediately. I"ll telegraph. Where to? Your Fifth Avenue address?"
"Stay here to-night, Florence," put in Edna. "It will be all right, _now_."
"Very well. Thank you, dear. Then you can telegraph here, Mr. Larcher."
Her instant compliance with Edna"s suggestion puzzled Larcher a little.
"She"s had an understanding with her father," said Edna, having noted his look. "She"s a bit more her own mistress to-day than she was yesterday."
"Yes," said Florence, "I--I had a talk with him--I spoke to him about those letters, and he finally--explained the matter. We settled many things. He released me from the promise we were talking about yesterday."
"Good! That"s excellent news!"
"It"s the news we had ready for you when you brought us such a disappointment," bemoaned Edna.
"It"s news that will change the world for Davenport," replied Larcher.
"I _must_ find him now. If he only knew what was waiting for him, he wouldn"t be long missing."
"It would be too cruel if any harm befell him"--Florence"s voice quivered as she spoke--"at this time, of all times. It would be the crowning misfortune."
"I don"t think destiny means to play any such vile trick, Miss Kenby."
"I don"t see how Heaven could allow it," said Florence, earnestly.
"Well, he"s simply _got_ to be found. So I"m off to Mrs. Haze. I can go tea-less this time, thank you. Is there anything I can do for you on the way?"
"I"ll have to send father a message about my staying here. If you would stop at a telegraph-office--"
"Oh, that"s all right," broke in Edna. "There"s a call-box down-stairs.
I"ll have the hall-boy attend to it. You mustn"t lose a minute, Tom."
Miss Hill sped him on his way by going with him to the elevator. While they waited for that, she asked, cautiously:
"Is there anything about this affair that you were afraid to say before Florence?"
A thought of the twenty thousand dollars came into his head; but again he felt that the circ.u.mstance of the money was his friend"s secret, and should be treated by him--for the present, at least--as non-existent.
"No," he replied. "I wouldn"t call it a disappearance, if I were you. So far, it"s just a non-appearance. We shall soon be laughing at ourselves, probably, for having been at all worked up over it.--She"s a lovely girl, isn"t she? I"m half in love with her myself."
"She"s proof against your charms," said Edna, coolly.
"I know it. What a lot she must think of him! The possibility of harm brings out her feelings, I suppose. I wonder if you"d show such concern if _I_ were missing?"
"I give it up. Here"s the elevator. Good-by! And don"t keep us in suspense. You"re a dear boy! _Au revoir!_"
With the hope of Edna"s approval to spur him, besides the more unselfish motives he already possessed, Larcher made haste upon the business. This time he tried to conquer the expectation of finding Davenport at home; yet it would struggle up as he approached the house of Mrs. Haze. The same deadening disappointment met him as before, however; and was mirrored in the landlady"s face when she saw by his that he brought no news.
Mrs. Haze had come up from preparations for dinner. Hers was a house in which, the choice being "optional," sundry of the lodgers took their rooms "with board." Important as was her occupation, at the moment, of "helping out" the cook by inducing a ma.s.s of stale bread to fancy itself disguised as a pudding, she flung that occupation aside at once, and threw on her things to accompany Larcher to police headquarters. There she told all that was necessary, to an official at a desk,--a big, comfortable man with a plenitude of neck and mustache. This gentleman, after briefly questioning her and Larcher, and taking a few illegible notes, and setting a subordinate to looking through the latest entries in a large record, dismissed the subject by saying that whatever was proper to be done _would_ be done. He had a blandly incredulous way with him, as if he doubted, not only that Murray Davenport was missing, but that any such person as Murray Davenport existed to _be_ missing; as if he merely indulged his visitors in their delusion out of politeness; as if in any case the matter was of no earthly consequence. The subordinate reported that nothing in the record for the past two days showed any such man, or the body of any such man, to have come under the all-seeing eye of the police. Nevertheless, Mrs. Haze wanted the a.s.surance that an investigation should be started forthwith. The big man reminded her that no dead body had been found, and repeated that all proper steps would be taken. With this grain of comfort as her sole satisfaction, she returned to her bread pudding, for which her boarders were by that time waiting.
When the big man had asked the question whether Davenport was accustomed to carry much money about with him, or was known to have had any considerable sum on his person when last seen, Larcher had silently allowed Mrs. Haze to answer. "Not as far as I know; I shouldn"t think so," she had said. He felt that, as Davenport"s absence was still so short, and might soon be ended and accounted for, the situation did not yet warrant the disclosure of a fact which Davenport himself had wished to keep private. He perceived the two opposite inferences which might be made from that fact, and he knew that the police would probably jump at the inference unfavorable to his friend. For the present, he would guard his friend from that.
Larcher"s work on the case had just begun. For what was to come he required the fortification of dinner. Mrs. Haze had invited him to dine at her board, but he chose to lose that golden opportunity, and to eat at one of those clean little places which for cheapness and good cooking together are not to be matched, or half-matched, in any other city in the world. He soon blessed himself for having done so; he had scarcely given his order when in sauntered Barry Tompkins.
"Stop right here," cried Larcher, grasping the spectacled lawyer and pulling him into a seat. "You are commandeered."
"What for?" asked Tompkins, with his expansive smile.
"Dinner first, and then--"
"All right. Do you give me _carte blanche_ with the bill of fare? May I roam over it at my own sweet will? Is there no limit?"