At the entrance of the great building which housed the Whitney office the two motors came to a halt. Ferguson went in with the others saying he would see if he could be of any use, and if he was not wanted would return to the street level and wait. In the elevator Mr. Janney, who had been informed en route of Molly’s real status, eyed her morosely, but when the car stopped forgot everything but the urgencies of the moment, and crowded out, tremulous and stumbling, on his wife’s heels. They were met by Wilbur Whitney who in a large efficient way, distributed them:—Ferguson was sent back to the street to wait, Molly waved to a chair in the hall, and the old people conducted up the passage to his private office. In a room opening from it Suzanne lay stretched on a sofa, restoratives and stimulants at hand, and a girl stenographer to fan her. She had revolted against the presence of Esther, who had been removed from her sight and shut in the sanctum of a junior partner. Mrs. Janney went in to see her and the old man fell upon Whitney. It was Price’s doing—they were certain of it, his wife had said so at once. He was bound to get back at them some way, he’d said he would—he’d left Grasslands swearing vengeance, and had been only waiting his opportunity. The lawyer nodded in understanding agreement and, Mrs. Janney returning, they drew up to the table and conferred in low voices. What Whitney said confirmed the Janneys’ belief. He told of his interview with Price; the man’s anger and threats. Nevertheless he was of the opinion that the plot to kidnap the child had not been undertaken in sudden passion, but had probably been for some time germinating in Chapman’s mind. The news of Bébita’s loss, telephoned to the office by Miss Maitland, while it had shocked, had not altogether surprised him, though he had hardly thought the young man’s desire to get square would have carried him to such lengths. Immediately after Esther’s communication, George had telephoned to Price’s office receiving the answer that he was not there but could probably be found at the Hartleys’ at Cedar Brook. From the Hartleys they had learned that Mr. Price was in town, and had sent word that morning he would not come out this week-end. There were other circumstances which the lawyer said pointed to Price. These they could hear from Mrs. Babbitts who had made some important discoveries. He rose to send for her, but Mrs. Janney stayed him with a gesture—before they went into that she would like to see Miss Maitland and hear from her exactly what had occurred. Mr. Whitney, suavely agreeable, sent a summons for Esther, then softly closed the door into the room where Suzanne lay. "Mrs. Price is very bitter against her," he said in explanation. Mrs. Janney, too wrought up for polite hypocrisies, said brusquely: "Oh, that’s exactly like Suzanne. She has no balance at all. Of course we can’t blame Miss Maitland—it’s not her fault."