which come during anxiety that, because it was the time of day at which she had seen Uncle Benny walking by the lake the day before, she might see him there again, when she saw her father's motor approaching. It was coming from the north, not from the south as it would have been if he was coming from his office or his club, and it had turned into the drive from the west. She knew, therefore, that he was coming from Uncle Benny's house, and, as the car swerved and wheeled in, she ran out into the hall to meet him.
He came in without taking off hat or coat; she could see that he was perturbed, greatly agitated.
"What is it, father?" she demanded. "What has happened?"
"I do not know, my dear."
"It is something—something that has happened to Uncle Benny?"
"I am afraid so, dear—yes. But I do not know what it is that has happened, or I would tell you."
He put his arm about her and drew her into a room opening off the hall—his study. He made her repeat again to him the conversation she had had with Uncle Benny and tell him how he had acted; but she saw that what she told him did not help him. He seemed to consider it carefully, but in the end to discard or disregard it.
Then he drew her toward him.
"Tell me, little daughter. You have been a great deal with Uncle Benny and have talked with him; I want you to think carefully. Did you ever hear him speak of any one called Alan Conrad?"
She thought. "No, father."
