'Come back!' cried Cynthia. She took a step as if to follow, but gave up the idea with a laugh. She sat down and began to read her illustrated paper again. Presently the bedroom door opened. Mrs Ford came in. She touched her eyes with a handkerchief as she entered. Cynthia looked up. 'I'm very sorry, Nesta,' she said. Mrs Ford went to the window and looked out. 'I'm not going to break down, if that's what you mean,' she said. 'I don't care. And, anyhow, it shows that it _can_ be done.' Cynthia turned a page of her paper. 'I've just been trying my hand at bribery and corruption.' 'What do you mean?' 'Oh, I promised and vowed many things in your name to that secretary person, the female one--not Mennick--if she would help us. Nothing doing. I told her to let us have Ogden as soon as possible, C.O.D., and she withered me with a glance and went.' Mrs Ford shrugged her shoulders impatiently. 'Oh, let her go. I'm sick of amateurs.' 'Thank you, dear,' said Cynthia. 'Oh, I know you did your best. For an amateur you did wonderfully well. But amateurs never really succeed. There were a dozen little easy precautions which we neglected to take. What we want is a professional; a man whose business is kidnapping; the sort of man who kidnaps as a matter of course; someone like Smooth Sam Fisher.' 'My dear Nesta! Who? I don't think I know the gentleman.' 'He tried to kidnap Ogden in 1906, when we were in New York. At least, the police put it down to him, though they could prove nothing. Then there was a horrible man, the police said he was called Buck MacGinnis. He tried in 1907. That was in Chicago.' 'Good gracious! Kidnapping Ogden seems to be as popular as football. And I thought I was a pioneer!' Something approaching pride came into Mrs Ford's voice. 'I don't suppose there's a child in America,' she said, 'who has had to be so carefully guarded. Why, the kidnappers had a special name for him--they called him "The Little Nugget". For years we never allowed him out of our sight without a detective to watch him.' 'Well, Mr Ford seems to have changed all that now. I saw no detectives. I suppose he thinks they aren't necessary in England. Or perhaps he relied on Mr Broster. Poor Reggie!' 'It was criminally careless of him. This will be a lesson to him. He will be more careful in future how he leaves Ogden at the mercy of anybody who cares to come along and snap him up.' 'Which, incidentally, does not make your chance of getting him away any lighter.' 'Oh, I've given up hope now,' said Mrs Ford resignedly. '_I_ haven't,' said Cynthia. There was something in her voice which made her companion turn sharply and look at her. Mrs Ford might affect to be resigned, but she was a woman of determination, and if the recent reverse had left her bruised, it had by no means crushed her. 'Cynthia! What do you mean? What are you hinting?'