Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; Missing persons -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
“First of all, I want to know how they captured you in the first
place, Margaret?”
My little sister made a face, wrinkling up her little nose until she
looked entirely adorable. “Why, I went into that store, you know, to
buy you a present. I had only been there a minute when that Mr. Vining
came up to me and said that Mrs. Furneau had sent him for me. He said
that Mrs. Furneau had had to move her car away from the front of the
store and that she would have trouble with the police unless she went
away very soon. He had been passing and she had sent him in, after
describing me to him.
“Of course I didn’t suspect anything, and when he led me out the side
door into a side street, I looked around for Mrs. Furneau’s car. But
he was talking all the time and he led me up to the door of a car
before I ever looked. Then before I could turn back or ask any
questions, he pushed me into the car, another man grabbed me and put
his hand over my mouth and the car started. They kept me bound and
gagged and blindfolded all the time until finally they untied me in
that terrible house. Ever since then I’ve been dancing for them at
their parties. But they treated me pretty well, except for that one
night. And I knew you’d come for me sooner or later.”
I turned to Natalie. “Will you ever forgive me for sending you off in
that taxi?” I asked her.
Her smile was answer enough. “Poor Larry,” she answered. “He did his
best that night. But the taxi stopped in the Park and two men yanked
open the doors before I even knew what was going on. Your man got his
revolver out and fired at one of them a couple of times, but the man
on the other side knocked it out of his hand and they climbed into the
taxi and dragged him out. I tried to get out and run away, but another
man caught me, picked me up and bundled me into another car. Then they
tied me up and gagged me and took me to that awful place. I saw your
sister almost at once, but of course I did not know she _was_ your
sister until afterwards. Oh, Jack——”
But at this point the nurse came up and kindly but firmly informed
them that they must go. Margaret stooped over and kissed me, and, in
spite of a stifled giggle from Margaret, Natalie did the same. A
moment later they were gone.
I was not allowed to see any one the rest of that day, nor the next,
owing to a rise in temperature, induced, according to the doctor, by
my first visitors.
But on the third day I was much better, and the doctor informed me
that arrangements had been made to move me to my own apartment, where
I was to be put in charge of a trained nurse. Mrs. Furneau took charge
of the moving, accompanied by Natalie, Margaret and Moore, but I had
no chance to talk to them till later, as I was pretty tired after the
trip.
The day after the move, however, Moore came in to see me and we shook
hands with expressions of mutual esteem. I guess we were pretty glad
to see each other again.
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