"Oh, there's lots to do," he said, trying to make his voice
sound cheerful. "We'll be busy all day. I sent word to have one
of my touring cars ready to hurry to any part of the country the
moment we should get word from your father."
"And do you think we shall get word, Tom?" the girl went on
wistfully.
"Of course we shall!" he cried. "Word may come in at any time.
Now get ready, eat a good breakfast, and then you can go with me
as soon as we hear anything definite. Come, we'll have
breakfast!"
"I can't eat a thing!" protested Mary.
"Oh, yes you can," said her aunt, who was a cheerful sort of
person. "I'll see about getting something for you and Mr. Swift,
and see that your mother is all right."
She left the room to give orders to the servant about the meal,
and returned to say that Mrs. Nestor was sleeping quietly. She
had been given a sedative. Mary managed to eat a little, and she
gave Tom the address of several friends who were called up in the
vain hope that, somehow, Mr. Nestor might have gone to see them.
"Tom, what do you really think has happened?" asked Mary again,
as they sat facing one another in the library, during a respite
from the telephone.
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