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"Well, he's gone," said Hal quietly. "We cannot help him here. The best thing for us to do is to return to Rome and lay the case before the ambassador, who can take the matter up with Ambassador Penfield at Vienna, or through Washington." "The thing to do, then, is to hunt the railroad station," declared Uncle John. "Do you think you can find it?" "If I can't, I can ask," replied Hal.
Of course, he had been disturbed by Penfield's revelations and innuendoes. No one who took an interest in Miss Oldham could fail to be so. Nevertheless, Penfield's statements should always be thoroughly discounted. That was understood. Robert mechanically lighted another cigarette, still deep in thought. Penfield had spoken of the Oldham family fortunes.
The next morning George Remington reached from his bed for his telephone and called up the Sheridan residence. Two minutes later Penfield Evans heard a shout. At his door stood the unclad and pallid candidate for district attorney. "Penny," he gasped, "Genevieve's not there! She has not been with Betty all night. And Betty has gone out to find E. Eliot, who is missing from her boarding-house!"
Kathleen was visibly moved by the recital of her experiences in the elevator, and Penfield waited an instant before questioning her further. "Could you tell from what floor the elevator came when you pushed your floor button?" he asked. "No," was the disappointing answer. "The elevator runs practically noiselessly, and we have no floor indicator such as you see in stores."
There was a note of raillery in his voice that must have offended my father. "Mr. Penfield is mistaken. I fear closed shutters make the room a trifle dark to see clearly. It is a lady, Mr. Penfield, who is with us." Captain Tracy laughed. My father's hand dropped to his side. For a moment no one spoke. Captain Tracy moved his head half an inch further forward. "Well?" he asked.
Penfield regarded her for a moment in silence. "I have no further questions, Miss McIntyre," he said, and turned to the morgue master. "Ask Miss Barbara McIntyre to come to the platform." Turning back to his table and the papers thereon he failed to see the twins pass each other in the aisle.
"And who told you of the attempted burglary and the burglar's arrest?" asked Penfield. "Miss Barbara. She asked us to hurry breakfast for her and Miss Helen 'cause they had to go at once to the police court; she didn't give any particulars, or nothing," added Grimes in an injured tone. "'Twarn't 'til Thomas and I saw the afternoon papers that we knew what had been going on in our own house."
The incident was history in a twinkling: P. Sybarite sprang back, armed, the situation reversed. Recovering, Penfield threw him a cry of envenomed spite, and in one stride left the room. He was turning up the stairs, three steps and an oath at a bound, by the time P. Sybarite gained the threshold and sped his departing host with a reminder superfluously ironic: "The Bizarre at seven don't forget!"
"I'm afraid," he replied pleasantly, "you have the advantage of me.... Let's see: this is my thirty-second birthday...." The ball was spinning. He deposited four chips on the square numbered 32. "I am Mr. Penfield," the stranger explained. "Really?" P. Sybarite jumped up and cordially seized his hand. "I hope I see you well to-night." Releasing the hand, he sat down.
To add to his general sense of disappointment and injury, he had had a brief line from Penfield saying that he had so far made no progress in some investigations he was making, but felt, nevertheless, that he was on the correct trail and hoped to turn up something within a short time. Three or four days passed, the end of the week arrived, and still Kitty had not returned.
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