She recalled clearly the conversation of which I had heard a few
words, but the girl talking to her had not mentioned the name of the
girl of whom she talked, or of that of the man who was being nursed
by her.
"She spoke of her as a friend who was a fool to care for a man as she
cared." Mrs. Mundy put her hand to her mouth to cover a yawn. "She
said--"
I got up. It was too late for details. "Find the girl who came to
see you, and if the friend of whom she is speaking is Etta Blake, get
her address and go to see her, if you can. If not, send Mr. Crimm.
Tell the latter he must find Harrie. He may be somewhere under an
assumed name. So may Etta Blake. Do you suppose it is possible
they--can be together somewhere?"
"Anything is possible." Mrs. Mundy blinked her eyes bravely to
prevent my seeing the overpowering sleep in them, and quickly I went
to the door.
"It's a shame you have to go to the train with us. You can come
right back, however, and sleep as late as you want. The cab will be
here at three-thirty. Take a nap until then, and don't look so
worried.
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