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most at once he suspected the thing that had happened.
 Where Is she?" he asked.
 Elaine felt a stab of irritation. He had said the word "she" as he would have said "my darling" And he had said it urgently. Penny was not going to speak, that was certain. She must answer him her. self.
 DO you mean the girl who was using my name." she asked, look ing regretful and letting her smile fade to a sad little ghost of a smile. :.
 "Yes." replied John McNeill sharply. q
 She went away yesterday morn ing soon after came," Elaine said. "It seemed best. She flew into quite a rage before she left"
 "A rage?" John repeated blank ly.
 "Yes," said Elaine. signing. There was no use trying to req bOu WAbAl AlCLs Ok LAlAJ LyDT-- girls who live by their wits, you know - are primitive and sly and not at all reasonable. They evade you"
 John replied, coldly courteous, "She was not primitive and not sly. You must be thinking of some one else. One of your acquaintances at Graycastle possibly"
 Elaine blushed. She was furious, but she must keep the fact con- cealed. When shed whipped this small town hero into line there'd be time enough, ways enough, to punish him then. Her expression remained persistently sweet and re- gretful. T could have turned her over to the police, of course," she reminded him. But I didn't. l even offered her money. She re- fused it without even thanking me. Don't you think you're being lit- tie unfair to blame me for any, thing, John? After all, the girl was an adventures. She was even walking off with my clothes"
 Because she was cold!" John McNeill whipped out. And weren't they your cast-of clothes?"
 Elaine shrugged. "They were not hers, at least"
 Where did she go?" John de- manded. How am I to find herr" Elaine's eyebrows shot up. She had not expected quite this be- havior. She had counted on her beauty. her personality, the i'm portance of her presence here, all uniting to dazzle John McNeill. She had expected him to inquire for the girl of course; his telegram had shown that he'G had quite a little whirl with her. But she'd not expected this single-tracked de- termination of his to find her again. Elaine thought, "I haven't reached him. I don't believe I've really caught his attention!" There he stood towering over her, look ing at her and yet not seeing her. Blaming her. Suspecting her. She was more than angry. She was a little bit frightened.
 Where did she go?" John de- AhohASu oEo nv tuLHVu lO DCL tha Gibbs, so that the question in- cluded her, too. Where is she ?" Bertha's eyes were lowered. She twisted a corner of her apron, said miserably, T didn't give her your letter, MT. John. I'm to blame as well as7 Miss Elaine. We don't know where she's gone."
 
 In the wretched silence that fol- lowed some one came down the stairway. They all turned and saw Duncan Hunter, wearing top coat and carrying hat, gloves and hand bag.
 Am I intruding?" he asked.
 No, Uncle Duncan,' Elaine said. This is John McNeill."
 The two men looked at each other and Johns eyes narrowed in his white, tense face. He recalled a car wedged between a fence and a tree and a thin faced man smok- ing a cigaret on the running board. Duncan Hunter said, T knew you when you were little shaver. But I've seen you since. A few ] days ago you passed me out on the