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"I don't know, Hermy dear," came in Mrs. Trapes' harsh tones, "I'm
afraid he's gone to bed--anyway, I'll see!" Ensued a knocking of bony
knuckles and, opening the door, Ravenslee beheld Mrs. Trapes. Behind her
stood Hermione, and in her eyes he saw again that look of wistful,
anxious fear he had wondered over at the first.
"Oh, Mr. Geoffrey," said Mrs. Trapes, "it's eleven o'clock, an' that b'y
ain't in yet. Here's Hermy been out hunting the streets for him and
ain't found him. Consequently she's worriting herself sick over
him--drat 'im!"
"Out on the streets!" repeated Ravenslee. "Alone?"
"Yes," answered Hermione, "I had to--try and find him."
"But alone! And at this hour! Miss Hermione, that was surely
very--er--unwise of you."
"Yes, you see I didn't know where to look," she sighed. "I've been to
the saloon but he wasn't there--"
"The saloon? Good Lord!" exclaimed Ravenslee, his placidity quite
forgotten, his face set and stern. "That is no place for you--or any
girl--"
"I must go to find Arthur," she said softly.


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