Whenever his mind reverted to the scene at the lake he tried to justify his act in striking the little fellow, but the news of Boy's death had, for a moment, given him an uncomfortable turn. He hadn't intended anything like that. He wasn't to blame! Probably the little imp would have died anyway! Helen had sent every day to ask after Elsie, and the thought of his wife's anxiety pleased the elder. Perhaps, after a while, the squatters, as well as the members of his own household, would learn his word was law; that he would not allow any of them to go against his will. Again and again the corner curl of his lips showed his satisfaction. Hearing the jingle of sleigh bells at the door, he rose from his chair and slipped on his great coat and cap. "Daddy, bring mover back," quivered Elsie, when he kissed her good-bye. Waldstricker stooped and gathered her into his arms. "Daddy'll bring Elsie lots of pretty things, and so will Santa Claus. He's coming down the chimney tonight--" "Elsie wants mover," sobbed the little one. Ebenezer surrendered her to the nurse. "Get her mind off crying," he said morosely. "Give her everything she asks for." "I can't," muttered the woman, and when the door had closed, "There, there, child, don't cry! Your mother'll be comin' back some of these days." * * * * * In the early afternoon Waldstricker bought and packed into the sleigh all kinds of presents for his daughter. His spirits rose when he thought that her demands for her mother would be quieted on Christmas Day. It was quite dark when his powerful team fought their way through the storm up to the porch of the house. While the man was coming for the horses he took the bundles from the sleigh. At the door he met several white-faced servants. "What's the matter?" he queried, relieving his arms of their load. "The baby!... We can't find her.... She's gone," said a voice. "Gone! Gone where?" roared Waldstricker. "Nobody knows, sir," gasped the nurse. "She was in the library looking at the pictures--" Waldstricker brushed past the speaker. He rushed through the house calling his child frantically. In his wife's sitting room he stopped, arrested by an illuminating thought. Helen had stolen the baby! He drew a long breath that hissed through his teeth. Of course, that was what had happened. Instant anger filled his mind. He'd show her. He wouldn't stand it. He went below and called the servants into his presence. "Who was here this morning?" he questioned. "Nobody." Not one of them had seen a person. "Mrs. Waldstricker was here, wasn't she?" he insisted. "No, Mrs. Waldstricker hasn't been home today." The elder set his grim lips and went out again. Elsie was with her mother! That Helen hadn't been to the house didn't prove anything. She'd sent some one. Elsie wouldn't have gone away of her own accord.