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Updated: May 16, 2025
Her niece, Elaine's cousin, Mary Brown, who lived at Rockledge, had come into the city to comfort Aunt Josephine and they had been sitting, that morning, in the library. Marie, the maid was busy about the room, while Aunt Josephine talked sadly over Elaine's strange disappearance. She was on the verge of tears.
With a great effort I gathered all my scattered wits and managed to shout out, "Telegraph Kennedy Rockledge." By this time Johnson himself was thoroughly alarmed. He did not lose a second in dictating a telegram over the telephone. At about the same time, up at Rockledge, Kennedy and Elaine, with her cousin Mary Brown, were starting out for a horseback ride through the hills.
But he was out hadn't been there for some time. She seemed to be very much upset over something. She went away. After that we've lost her." "Not another trace?" "Wait a minute. We had this Rockledge call to work on. So we started backward on that. It was Whitney's place, I found out. We could locate the car at the start and at the finish. He left the Prince Edward Albert and went up there first.
It was a short run to Rockledge by railroad, but it seemed to me that it took hours. Kennedy sat in silence most of the time, his eyes closed, as if he were trying to place himself in the position of the others and figure out what they would do. At last we arrived, the only passengers to get off at the little old station. Which way to turn we had not the slightest idea. We looked about.
With a sinuous movement she eluded his arms, and fled; then voices woke amid the pines, and the Man strode forward, to find his way blocked by two men holding the sobbing girl between them. "I've seen enough of this," said Hemsley, facing him, "to know what you are. Miss Crane, can you find your way home alone? Jim, you and I will walk this man over to Rockledge."
Probably met her in some tea room, although we can't find anything from the tea rooms. Anyhow, Burke's out trailing along the road from New York to Rockledge and I'm getting reports from him whenever he hits a telephone." "I wish you'd ask him to call me, here, if he gets anything." "Sure I will. The last call was from the Chateau Rouge, that's about halfway.
I read: "Whitney, Stuart. Res. 174-J Rockledge." Quickly he gave central the number, then shoved the receiver again into the telescribe. "Hello, is Mr. Whitney there?" I heard later as he placed the record again in the phonograph for repetition. "No who is this?" "His head clerk. Tell him I must see him. Kennedy has been to the office and " "Say get off the line. We had that story once."
It was getting late and the service was slackening up. I had some trouble, especially in getting a good connection, but at last I got headquarters and was overjoyed to hear O'Connor's bluff, Irish voice boom back at me. "Hello, Jameson," he called. "Where on earth are you? I've been trying to get hold of Kennedy for a couple of hours. Rockledge? Well, is Kennedy there? Put him on, will you?"
Kennedy nodded and took the yellow envelope while Elaine signed for it. Listlessly he tore it open. It read: CRAIG KENNEDY, c/o Wellington Brown, Rockledge, N. J. Jameson very ill. Wants you. Better come. The message seemed to rouse Kennedy in spite of his fever. His face showed keen alarm, which he endeavored to conceal from Elaine. But her quick eye had caught the look.
There came a pause during which we could scarcely wait. "Where are you now? Cold Stream. That is about twelve miles from Rockledge not on the New York road the other road. I see. All right. We'll be there. Yes, wait for us." As Craig hung up the receiver, we crowded forward. "Have they found her?" asked Lockwood hoarsely. "It was from Burke," replied Kennedy deliberately.
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