other lines.

Judge Black was a member of two fishing clubs, one at Les Chenaux Islands,
near Mackinac, and the other about forty miles north of Minneapolis, so
Porter sent long and urgent telegrams to both these places. Then he began
making long shots, working through a list of more or less likely places,
which his knowledge of Black's tastes and habits enabled him to get
together. Just before dinner a message came from McNally:--

Black at Sherman House Friday. Clerk says he took three-thirty train
on Northwestern for Lake Geneva. Can run him down in morning.

Thursday morning the two little telegraph boys at Lake Geneva and the one
at William's Bay had a busy time of it, for Porter and McNally between
them kept the wires hot; but neither hide nor hair of Judge Alonzo Black
could they discover. From ten o'clock on through an interminable day the
messages kept coming back, 'not delivered.' At half-past four Porter
telephoned his lieutenant to go to the lake and continue the search in
person.

At seven Katherine and her father sat down to dinner. She had known all
day that something was going wrong with her father's affairs, and she
could read in his silent preoccupied manner that he had not yet been able
to see a way out of the difficulty. She knew that she could not make him
forget his troubles. Many vain attempts had taught her that, so she
waited. The long dinner wore on Porter's nerves; once he rose suddenly and
walked toward his library, but stopped short when he reached the door and
came back to the table. Then he drummed on the arm of his chair.

"Two days more of this," he said, with a nervous laugh, "and that man