Nora and Anne ran at the sound and found Mrs. Fowler all wild and screaming, with the receiver hanging down. I could hear them, a babble of tiny little voices as if I had a line on some part of Purgatory where the spirits were crying and wailing. Suddenly it stopped—somebody had hung up. I waited, shaking there like a leaf and feeling like I’d a blow in the stomach. Then Mapleshade called and I heard Anne’s voice, distinct but broken as if she’d been running. "Molly, is that you? Do you by any chance know if the Doctor’s in the village?" "He was here a little while ago with a man calling up Firehill. Anne, I heard—it can’t be true." "Oh, it is—it is—I can’t talk now. I’ve _got_ to find him. Give me Firehill. He may have gone there. Quick, for God’s sake!" I gave it and heard her tell a man at the other end of the line. I’ll go on from here and tell what happened at Firehill. I’ve pieced it out from the testimony at the inquest and from what the Gilseys afterward told in the village. The Doctor and Mills went straight out there from the Exchange. When they arrived Gilsey told him Mr. Reddy wasn’t up yet, but he’d call him. The Doctor, however, said the matter was urgent and they couldn’t lose a minute, so the three of them went upstairs together and Gilsey knocked at the door. After he’d knocked twice a sleepy voice called out, "Come in," and Gilsey opened the door. It led into a sitting-room with a bedroom opening off it. On a sofa just opposite the door was Jack Reddy, dressed and stretched out as if he’d been asleep. At first he saw no one but Gilsey and sat up with a start, saying sharply: "What’s the matter? Does anyone want me?" Gilsey said, "Yes, two gentlemen to see you," and stepped to one side to let the Doctor and Mills enter. When Reddy saw the Doctor he jumped to his feet and stood looking at him. He didn’t say "Good morning" or any sort of greeting, but was silent, as if he was holding himself still, waiting to hear what the Doctor was going to say. He hadn’t to wait long. The Doctor, in the doorway, went right to the point. "Mr. Reddy," said he, "where’s my daughter?" Reddy answered in a quiet, composed voice: "I don’t know, Dr. Fowler." "You do!" shouted the Doctor. "You ran away with her last night. What have you done with her?" Reddy said in the same dignified way: "I haven’t done anything. I know nothing about her. I haven’t any more idea than you where she is." At that the Doctor got beside himself. He shouted out furiously: "You have, you d——d liar, and I’ll get it out of you," and he made a lunge at Reddy to seize him. But Mills jumped in and grabbed his arm. Holding it he said, trying to quiet down the Doctor: