d and drove off. The thing was planned, of course–planned to a moment.”
“But what about Tyndall?” I asked.
“He was probably in the plot. All we know is that he has escaped and has not been heard of since.”
“But what a daring thing!” I cried. “They will be caught, of course; they cannot have gone far with the money.”
“You do not understand their tricks, Dr. Lonsdale; but I do,” was her quick answer, “and I venture to guarantee that if we do not get that money back before the morning, Edgar Wimburne has seen the last of his fortune. Now, I mean to follow up this business, all night if necessary.”
I did not reply. Her dark, bright eyes were blazing with excitement, and she to pace up and down.
“You must come with me,” she continued, “you promised to help me if the necessity should arise.”
“And I will keep my word,” I answered.
“That is an immense relief.” She gave deep sigh as she spoke.
“What about Miss Ransom?” I asked.
“Oh, I have left Let