CHAPTER XXV
MEASURE FOR MEASURE
MISS JANE MAITLAND had been missing for ten days. In that time not, one word had come from her. The reporter from the Eagle had located her in a dozen places, and was growing thin and haggard following little old ladies along the street—and being sent about his business tartly when he tried to make inquiries.
Some things puzzled me more than ever in the light of Wardrop’s story. For the third time I asked myself why Miss Letitia denied the loss of the pearls. There was nothing in what we had learned, either, to tell why Miss Jane had gone away—to ascribe a motive.
How she had gone, in view of Wardrop’s story of the cab, was clear. She had gone by street-car, walking the three miles to Wynton alone at two o’clock in the morning, although she ha
