BUT when George Judson did come back to the suite in the Pontchartrain, he came alone. He was white and more shaken than when he departed; his eyes appeared sunken.
"She is gone!" he said.
"Already? Hmn! Where to?"
"Europe!"
The doctor was himself rather startled by this complete confirmation of his fears. "And taken the child?"
George Judson nodded sickly. "Her mother, too. The whole family!"
"Then she didn't go with Sir Brian?"
"Sir Brian is gone, though. I tried to find him at the club. Lucky for him I didn't, I guess," and the distracted man dropped his eyes for a minute. "I had one of those crazy spells."
"Lucky for you also, I guess!" observed the doctor pithily.
Judson's slightly shamefaced manner confessed that he thought so, too. He was all over his killing rage and appreciating more poignantly every second the magnitude of the blow which had fallen upon him. He sank dejectedly into a chair, and gazed at the wall with vacant,
