"Entirely so."

"Who is her man of business?"

"Edward Harper, of--Wall Street."

"He's your man. He'll know sooner or later where she is."

"Yes, but later won't do. I must know to-night; or, if that is
impossible, to-morrow. Were it not for the mortification it would cause
her I should beg you to put on all your force and ransack the city for
this bride of five hours. But such publicity is too shocking. I should
like to give her a day to reconsider her treatment of me. She cannot mean
to leave me for good. She has too much self-respect; to say nothing of
her very positive and not to be questioned affection for myself."

The detective looked thoughtful. The problem had its difficulties.

"Are those hers?" he asked at last, pointing to the two trunks he saw
standing against the wall.

"Yes. I had them brought up, in the hope that she had slipped away on
some foolish errand or other and would yet come back."

"By their heft I judge them to be full; how about her hand-bag?"

"She had only a small bag and an umbrella. They are both here."

"How's that?"