She found the two men where she had left them over an hour before; they were seated silently looking out at the water, and they did not even look up as she stopped beside them. "Dick," she spoke gently, resting her hand for a moment on his shoulder, "do you know where Lola is?" "In her room. She told me to wait for her here." "She's gone, Dick." "What!" "Gone! You'd better ask them at the desk, but her trunks are locked; there's no doubt about it; she has gone." "Where could she go? What are you talking about?" "Hush," she said quickly. "Here is Miss Bradley. You don't want her to know." Alice Bradley stopped before them, an open letter in one hand, a bank check in the other. She was very pale and looked frightened. "Mr. Fenway, they tell me at the office that Miss Barnhelm left the hotel over an hour ago. Do you know where she has gone?" "Why do you ask?" demanded Mrs. Harlan, with a sudden flash of understanding. "See!" Alice held out the check and the letter. "My father has left me! This letter was brought by a messenger. He says he was called away on business, and for me to remain here with my aunt, who arrives to-night. That woman has taken him away from me! My father--who has always been so good to me--taken him away from me; do you hear?" "Telegram for you, Mr. Fenway." A bell-boy came up to Dick, holding out a telegram. "Just came, sir." "It's all right!" Dick sprang up and, seeing the envelope, tore it open. "She wouldn't leave me without a word! I knew she wouldn't. She has gone, yes, but she's wired me where to join her!" He opened the message and read it at a glance, then without a word, but with a look on his face that brought the tears to soft-hearted Mrs. Harlan's eyes, he handed her the message and turned and left them. She read it aloud. It was from his lawyer in Cleveland, and read, "Divorce arranged. Congratulations." CHAPTER XVIII ONCE MORE IN NEW YORK