But you understand our
position: we can't afford to let it become gossip. I'll pay this
girl anything to go to Europe or the Antipodes!"
"I wouldn't do that," suggested Shirley, thoughtfully. "Let her
stay. You would like to bring the culprit to justice, if it can
be done without dragging your name into it. If he has planned
this, he has executed other schemes. She certainly would not
remain the machine if she were the guilty one. Why not employ a
good detective?"
"I did, but hesitated to tell you. I secured Captain Cronin, of
the Holland Agency. He's managed everything so far--I was too
rattled myself. But, I wonder why he isn't here now? He was to
return as soon as he visited the garage."
As Van Cleft spoke, the butler approached with hesitation.
"Beg pardon, sir. But you are wanted on the telephone, sir."
"All right, Hoskins. Connect it with the library instrument."
Van Cleft lifted the receiver nervously, and answered in an
unsteady voice.
"Yes--This is Van Cleft's residence.
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