"She's missing--can't be found on the premises--searched everywhere--all hands joining. We are simply groping in a blind alley. She walked over toward the beach about ten o'clock, according to Jerry, but that is the last thing known of her. He thinks the Parkins' nurse went over that way a few minutes afterward. Go up in his room, please, and see if the nurse has returned." Villard's voice was husky and impatient, but when Sawyer returned and reported that neither Parkins nor nurse was to be found, and that a bath robe lay on the floor--also sleeping garments--his voice roared with anger. "Where is Updyke's man?" he shouted, stifling the ominous forebodings that were boring in upon his brain. "I'll see--hold the wire--and keep steady. Calm yourself, I'll be back in a minute," said Sawyer. It was a long drawn-out minute, but the situation was clear. Updyke's operative had looked in on Parkins at ten minutes of eleven. The nurse was out for a walk. He came back and sat down on the west corner of the front veranda, and at ten minutes after eleven returned and found that the room was empty. The operative's first act was to inform the New York office from an outside phone, at Murray's, not a minute from the Sawyer home--by motorcycle. He was now carrying out Updyke's personal orders, which were--"Stick around until I phone you!" One thing that had a bearing on the case was Dr. Benton's talk with Parkins, earlier in the morning. The Updyke man was in the sick room at the time the doctor made his call and heard everything that was said. Parkins pleaded to be allowed to take a walk in the garden. The doctor opposed the idea, and stated that the patient could not walk a hundred feet without falling in a heap. Also, that another week in bed was necessary before making an attempt. It was now quite evident that Parkins had been "playing 'possum," and had succeeded in fooling the doctor by his apparent weakness of voice, as he plead for out-of-door exercise. "That's him all over!" panted Villard, as the particulars of the escape came to an end. "I'll talk with Updyke--that's all I can do. I'll see you later and let you know what I find out. Your help has been bully, as usual. Always grateful--see you later," said he, banging the receiver into place. For a moment Villard stood mutely, with hands locked and eyes shut. Then, with the rage of a lion he sprang into action. Updyke's office was phoned, and "The Big Fellow" was on deck. "I thought I'd be hearing from you pretty soon," said he, in reply to Villard's ring. "Don't worry--Sawyer's butler is one of my men--he got fooled the same as the rest of you. It shows that Parkins has more brains than one certain operative. I know one who is going to get shanghaied. The doctor's pessimism as to Parkins condition in the presence of my man simply threw him off his balance." "Never mind the story, old boy. You did your best, but my Winifred is gone! She is in the hands of a villain!" shouted Villard.