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"Who saw her last?"
"I think Mrs. Taine did."
The artist had already told the Ranger about the possible meeting of Mrs.
Taine and Sibyl in his studio.
"Hu-m-m," said the other.
"Mrs. Taine left for the East at four o'clock, you know," said the artist.
"Jim Rutlidge didn't go, you said." The Ranger spoke casually. Then, as if
dismissing the matter, he continued, "You get some rest now, Aaron. I'll
take care of your horse and saddle a fresh one for you. As soon as it's
light, we'll ride. I'm going to find out where that automobile went--and
what for."
Chapter XXXIII
Beginning the Search
Aaron King lay with closed eyes, but not asleep. He was thinking,
thinking, thinking In a weary circle, his tired brain went round and
round, finding no place to stop. The man on horseback, the automobile,
some accident that might have befallen the girl in her distraught state of
mind--he could find no place in the weary treadmill of conjecture to rest.
While it was still too dark to see, Brian Oakley called him. And the call
was a relief.
As the artist pulled on his boots, the Ranger said, "It'll be light enough
to see, by the time we get above Carleton's.
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