different, and Bessie tossed restlessly for the remainder of the night.
The sun, shining through her window in the early morning, was the most
welcome of all possible sights, and she got up and dressed, glad that
the night of inactivity was over, and that the time for action, if
action there was to be, was at hand.

Eleanor was shocked and frightened when she heard what had happened.

"I'm sorry you didn't wake me, Bessie," she said. "It must have been
dreadful for you, waiting for morning all alone up there. We could have
talked, anyhow, and sometimes that helps a good deal."

"Well, I didn't see any use in spoiling the night for you and I'd have
stayed awake anyhow, I think, even if I hadn't been alone. So there was
no use keeping you up and awake, too."

"I'll telephone at once and see if anything has been found out, Bessie.
Then we'll know better what to do. But I'm afraid there's not much that
we can do--not just now."

Jamieson was not in his office, or at his home, when Eleanor telephoned.
But when she stopped to think she realized that he was almost certain to
be busy in his search for some clue to the missing girl.

"Come with me. Let's go down town," she said to Bessie. "I want to get
some things for you, anyhow, and anything is better than sitting around
the house here, just waiting for news. That's terrible. Don't you think
so?"

"Yes, indeed. But suppose some news came when we were out?"