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One was Olga's "fella"; the other was the Swedish taxicab driver. From people who knew Olga around the pickle factories it was easy to learn that Olga's friend was a hard working and estimable young man named Willie Sangreen. Just at this time Willie was away from home. They could tell Mr. Day nothing about Willie's absence either at his boarding-house, or where he was employed.
But, you see, we are inquiring for Olga for a reason that is likely to frighten her and her friends. I think some of those people over in Pickletown might tell me more than they do about Olga and that Willie Sangreen." "It is just too bad!" half sobbed Janice. "I hoped we should find the treasure-box this time." "Have patience. Rome was not built in a day," said her father.
Who did she call up?" "Yes, I found out about that," he admitted, hanging up his coat and hat. "She called the public booths in the railroad station. There was somebody waiting there to answer her. And who do you suppose it was?" "I couldn't guess, Daddy." "Willie Sangreen. He is the young man who is checker at the pickle works, and who I told you was Olga's steady company.
"That is one sure thing. Oh, dear, Daddy, I wonder where she is and the treasure-box! It is too, too hateful for anything!" "I called up the pickle factory where Willie Sangreen works. They had heard nothing from him. It looks as though Olga and he must have gone away together. Stole a march on all their friends and got married, maybe." "But why should she take my treasure-box?" cried Janice.
"And you say you think she's married?" "It may be so. To Willie Sangreen. At least, she was going with a man by that name when she worked for us." "Don't know any Sangreens over at Pickletown," said Gummy, shaking his head. "And of course I haven't seen your Olga." "That is so, Gummy. But if the girl at Johnson's that night was really Olga Cedarstrom, you'd know her again, wouldn't you?"
At least, she telephoned and talked to somebody over the 'phone in Swedish." "You don't say!" repeated Mr. Day thoughtfully using a Yankeeism that betrayed his birthplace if nothing else did, although he had long since come from New England to the Middle West. "Then in all probability she telephoned to a friend, and the friend sent the taxicab. I wonder if that Willie Sangreen is in this?
Maybe he did meet her somewhere." "Oh, Daddy! what kind of a looking man is Willie Sangreen?" cried Janice. "I really could not tell you." "But maybe it was he who drove the taxicab?" suggested the girl. "That might be worth looking up," said her father. "And yet, it does not explain," he added, as they went into the living-room, "why Olga should have stolen the treasure-box.
"Vell!" she exclaimed, "iss it Janice Day? I bane glad to see you. Iss your fader well?" "Oh, Olga!" gasped Janice. "Huh? What iss it the matter?" "We have looked everywhere for you!" "For me? Why for me? I don't vork no more. I keep house for my hoosban'," and Olga smiled broadly. "You you are married to Mr. Sangreen?" asked Janice doubtfully. "I bane married right avay when I left you.
There is a chance yet of finding Olga and the box, too," said her father, trying to comfort his little daughter. "I will not give up the search. Willie Sangreen will of course come back to his job, and he must know what has become of Olga. Those Swedes are very clannish indeed, over there at Pickletown; but some of them bank with us, and I am sure they will be on the lookout for the girl.
It doesn't seem as though a girl could disappear so completely wiped right off the map " "Vigorously expressed, I admit," her father interrupted. "But we must not begin to doubt everybody's word about it. I guess Johnson is honest." "And those other people who knew her in Pickletown?" "They simply don't know what has become of her. Or of Willie Sangreen, either," Daddy admitted.
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