"Don't let me lose
confidence in you. Craig would not hurt a fly, and as to abducting your
assistant--if my sense of humour were developed upon normal lines--well, I
should laugh! What you have really done, you, and that young lady
assistant of yours, is to terrify the poor fellow into such a state of
nerves that he scarcely knows what he is doing. As a matter of fact, how
do you know that that young woman has been abducted at all? Such things
are most unlikely, especially in this part of the city."
"What reason do you suggest, then, for her disappearance?" Quest enquired.
"At my age," the Professor replied, drily, "I naturally know nothing of
these things. But she is a young woman of considerable personal
attractions--I should think it not unlikely that she is engaged in some
amorous adventure."
Quest laughed derisively.
"You do not know Lenora, Mr. Ashleigh," he remarked. "However, if it
interests you, I will tell you why I know she has been abducted. Only a
few hours ago, I was talking to her."
The Professor turned his head swiftly towards Quest. There was a queer
sort of surprise in his face.
"Talking to her?"
Quest nodded.
"Our pocket wireless!" he explained. "Lenora has even described to me the
room in which she is hidden."
"And the neighbourhood also?" the Professor demanded.
"Of that she knows nothing," Quest replied. "She is in a room apparently
at the top of a house and the only window is in the roof. She can see
nothing, hear nothing.
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