"Very likely. I was foolish to suggest it, but so much depends on
those papers that I don't know just what to think. But there, Grace,"
as he kissed her, "you must rest yourself. I will think of a way out,
I'm sure. Will, come with me. I may need you to make some memoranda
while I telephone," and he and his son went to the library.

Morning did not see Prince in the stable, and all that day Will
searched without result. Many had seen the white horse flying wildly
past, but that was all. Some said the saddle was still on, others that
it had come off. Mr. Ford was much exercised over the loss of the
papers.

He did what he could to hold back the business, but there was a
prospect of loss and considerable trouble if the documents were not
eventually found. The opposing interests learned of the halt, and
tried to take advantage of it. They were, however, only partly
successful.

In the meanwhile, after several days had passed, Dodo grew well enough
to be brought home. The chief injury was to her leg, and there was
grave danger of it being permanently lame. As soon as she was in
better condition it was decided to have a noted specialist treat her.

Prince remained missing, nor was there any report of the saddle being
located, though Mr. Ford offered a liberal reward for that, or the
return of the horse.

Betty had telephoned for her three friends. Her voice held in it the
hint of pleasure and mystery both, but to all inquiries of what was