The Mystery of Mary by Grace Livingston Hill
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beside her plate and held the heavy silver fork as firmly as if she were
talking about the discovery of the north pole. Her voice was steady and natural as she asked, "How could she disappear?" "Well, that is more than I can understand. There were three doors in the room where she sat, one opening into the inner office where I was at work, and two opening into a hall, one on the side and the other on the end opposite the freight elevator. We searched the entire building without finding a clew, and I am deeply troubled." "Why should she want to disappear?" The question was asked coolly and with as much interest as a stranger would be likely to show. "I cannot imagine," said the old man speculatively. "She apparently had health and happiness, if one may judge from her appearance, and she came to me of her own free will on a matter of business. Immediately after her disappearance, two well-dressed men entered my office and inquired for her. One had an intellectual head, but looked hard and cruel; the other was very handsome--and disagreeable. When he could not find the young lady, he laid claim to her hat, but I had it locked away. How could I know that man was her friend or her relative? I intend to keep that hat until the young woman herself claims it. I have not had anything happen that has so upset me in years." "You don't think any harm has come to her?" questioned the girl. "I cannot think what harm could, and yet--it is very strange. She was about the age of my dear daughter when she died, and I cannot get her out of my mind. When you first appeared in the doorway you gave me quite a start. I thought you were she. If I can find any trace of her, I mean to |
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