"You have forced your daughter to drop her church work, and have goaded
her into the society of people whose only claim to respectability is
their wealth. You value your position in the world more than your
daughter's character, and you yourself are to blame for this. I tell
you again, sir, that you are a liar. I do not know where your daughter
is, but if she is on earth I will find her and bring her back to your
home; not for your sake, but for hers. Now go. Get out. The very
atmosphere is foul with your rotten hypocrisy."
"Whew!" whistled George a moment later, as he Stepped into the room,
having passed Adam on the stairway. "What's the matter with his Royal
Highness, Dickie? He looks like he had been in a boiler explosion."
But his expression changed when Dick told him of the interview and
apologized for driving a good customer from the office. "Good customer!"
he shouted; "good customer! A mighty bad customer. I say you'd better
apologize for not throwing him into the street. I'll never set up
another line for him unless it's an invitation to his funeral."
For many days Dick searched for the missing girl, bringing to bear all
his painfully acquired knowledge of life, and the crooked ways of the
world. Though unknown to Mr. Goodrich, the detective from Chicago,
whom he employed, was an old companion of Dick's, and to the officer
only, he confided the full story of Amy's visit to the park. But they,
only learned that she had boarded the twelve-forty Kansas City Southern,
for Jonesville, and that a woman answering to her description had
stopped there until nearly noon the next day, when she was seen in
conversation with a man whose face was badly bruised on the under left
side of the chin.
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