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Mr. Foote is worried, sir. The young man
has--er--vanished, so to speak. He was seen last at your plant about
five o'clock. In his automobile, Mr. Lightener. He was waiting for a
young woman who works for you--a Miss Frazer, I understand. Used to
be his secretary. They drove away together, and he hasn't been seen
since. ... Mr. Foote has feared some sort of--er--understanding
between them."
"Huh!" grunted Lightener. "Don't know anything about it. Tell Foote
to look after his own son ... if he knows how." Then the receiver
clicked.
Lightener swung away from the telephone and scowled at the wall. "He
don't look it," he said, presently, "and I'm darned if SHE does. ...
Huh! ..." He pressed a button. "Send in Miss Frazer," he said to the
boy who answered the buzzer.
In a moment Ruth stood in the door. He let her stand while he
scrutinized her briefly. She looked ill. Her eyes were dull and
marked by surrounding darkness. She had no color. He shook his head
Like a displeased lion.


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