Were the two acquainted, Wayne wondered. Were they in league together! Had his child really been turned over to the hog farmer for shelter while arrangements for ransom were pending? Again and again he asked himself the questions. He blamed himself for not having paid the ransom at once, thus saving himself from torment and Doris from danger. He might have had her back in his arms again by now! What a fool he had been to listen to the Chief. Naturally, all the police thought about was apprehending criminals. They could not be expected to understand his feelings and emotions! He did not know that the Chief had six children and the detectives were each fathers of families numbering from two to seven. He did not realize that it was their very love of children and their desire to protect other fathers and other children from such suffering that made them concentrate their energies upon running down the criminals. People in great trouble are apt to be selfish. They think no trouble can possibly equal theirs and that no one can properly understand their sorrow or anxiety. So Harris Wayne paced the floor, nursing his grief and listening, ever listening for a sound--a step on the gravel, a tap on the window, a knock at the door, a ring at the telephone--heralding a message that his child had been recovered. His nerves were exhausted, his hands trembling, his hair disheveled. The Chief had told him that he would telephone the very instant anything new developed. Evidently nothing new had developed, for the Chief was depending upon information he hoped to gain from a sick child, unconscious and apparently at the point of death. It was nonsense from Wayne's point of view--sheer nonsense! Morning dawned. Food was brought him but he could not eat. Still no word from the Chief. Time had gone slowly during the night. Now, the minutes seemed flying. And the time limit would expire at noon! Wayne grew desperate. He looked at his watch. Six o'clock. The Chief had said he would sleep in his office that night. All right, Wayne would see him at once and arrange to pay that ransom. He would brook no argument against it. He ordered his car. Five minutes later it was tearing at high speed along the road to town. A few minutes more and Wayne burst in upon the Chief as he was eating his breakfast, brought in from a near-by restaurant. "I can't stand this suspense any longer, Chief," Wayne exclaimed. "I'm going to pay that ransom. I'm on my way to the Herald office now, to insert the notice as they requested. I'll just have time to get it in before the city edition goes to press. By nine o'clock the paper will be out--perhaps a little before." The Chief knitted his brows. For a few seconds he sat considering the matter from all angles.