She had no reason whatever for deceiving us--for running away.
We wouldn't have interfered with her. Jenkinson's right--she's
suffering with dementia. We must see that she receives proper medical
treatment."
"It might not be dementia," I suggested, "so much as undue
influence--on the part of the new maid, perhaps."
"Then it's our duty to rescue her from that influence," rejoined Mr.
Graham, "and restore her to her normal mentality."
"Even if we offend her?"
"We can't stop to think of that. Besides, she won't be offended when
she comes to herself. The question is, how to find her most speedily."
"The police, probably, could do it most speedily," I said; "but since
she can be in no immediate danger of any kind, I rather doubt whether
it would be wise to call in the police. Miss Holladay would very
properly resent any more publicity----"
"But," objected Mr. Graham, "if we don't call in the police, how are
we to find her? I recognize, of course, how undesirable it is that she
should be subjected to any further notoriety, but is there any other
way?"
I glanced at Mr. Royce, and saw that he was seemingly sunk in apathy.
"If I could be excused from the office for a few days, sir," I began
hesitatingly, "I might be able to find some trace of her. If I'm
unsuccessful, we might then call in the authorities.
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