climax; he led up to it by degrees as slow as his audience would

permit.

'Returned? I did not know she intended to go away. Her yacht party is

next week, I understand.'

'Yes, madam.'

'Where has she gone?'

'To Tuxedo, madam.'

'Tuxedo?'

'Mrs. Winfield has just rung us up from there upon the telephone to

request that necessaries for an indefinite stay be despatched to her.

She is visiting Mrs. Bailey Bannister.'

If Mrs. Porter had been Steve, she would probably have said 'For the

love of Mike!' at this point. Being herself, she merely repeated the

butler's last words.

'If I may be allowed to say so, madam, I think that there must have

been trouble at Mrs. Bannister's. A telephone-call came from her very

early this morning for Mrs. Winfield which caused Mrs. Winfield to rise

and leave in a taximeter-cab in an extreme hurry. If I might be allowed

to suggest it, it is probably a case of serious illness. Mrs. Winfield

was looking very disturbed.'

'H'm!' said Mrs. Porter. The exclamation was one of disappointment

rather than of apprehension. Sudden illnesses at the Bailey home did

not stir her, but she was annoyed that her recital of the squelching of

the publishers would have to wait.

She went upstairs. Her intention was to look in at the nursery and

satisfy herself that all was well with William Bannister. She had given

Mamie specific instructions as to his care on her departure; but you

never knew. Perhaps her keen eye might be able to detect some deviation

from the rules she had laid down.

It detected one at once. The nursery was empty. According to schedule,

the child should have been taking his bath.

She went downstairs again. Keggs was waiting in the hall. He had

foreseen this return. He had allowed her to go upstairs with his story

but half heard because that appealed to his artistic sense. This story,

to his mind, was too good to be bolted at a sitting; it was the ideal

serial.

'Keggs.'

'Madam?'

'Where is Master William?'

'I fear I do not know, madam.'

'When did he go out? It is seven o'clock; he should have been in an

hour ago.'

'I have been making inquiries, madam, and I regret to inform you that

nobody appears to have seen Master William all day.'

'What?'

'It not being my place to follow his movements, I was unaware of this

until quite recently, but from conversation with the other domestics, I

find that he seems to have disappeared!'

'Disappeared?'

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