It was not until after Mr. Gale had taken his leave and Tom had
finished the particular work on which he was engaged when the
president of the rival company came in, that the young man did
some hard thinking. And this thinking was done after he had
received a telephone call from Mary Nestor, asking, if by any
chance, he had beard anything like a clew as to the whereabouts
of her father.
Tom had been obliged to tell her that he had not. Everything
possible was being done to find the missing man but he had
disappeared as completely as though he had ridden on his bicycle
into the crater of some extinct volcano on the meadow, and had
fallen to the bottom.
An effort was made to trace him through an automobile
association which had a large membership. That is, the members
were asked to make inquiries to ascertain, if possible, whether
any one had heard of an unreported accident--one in which Mr.
Nestor might have been carried away by persons who accidently ran
him down.
But this came to naught, and the police and other authorities
were at a loss how farther to proceed.
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