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.
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