I'll check my grip and be tenderly considerate of my left
hand. Good-bye."
When he had gone Colonel Kent anxiously turned to the doctor. "Where do
you suppose--and why--"
"Cherchez la femme," returned the Doctor.
"What makes you think so? It's not--"
"It's about the only errand a man can go on, and not be willing to take
another chap along. And I'll bet anything I've got, except my girl and
my buzz-cart, that it isn't the fair, false one we met at the hour of
her elopement."
"Must be Rose, then," said the Colonel, half to himself, "but I thought
nobody knew where she was."
"Love will find a way," hummed Doctor Jack. "I suppose you don't care to
go for a ride this afternoon?"
"Not I," laughed the Colonel. "Why don't you take Juliet?"
"All right, since you ask me to. I wonder," he continued to himself, as
he went toward Madame Bernard's at the highest rate of speed, "just how
a fellow would go to work to find a woman who had left no address? Sixth
sense, I suppose, or perhaps seventh or eighth."
Yet Allison was doing very well, with only the five senses of the normal
human being to aid him in his search.
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