A Strange Disappearance
The faintest shadow of a change came into her manner. "Yes," said she, "I told
him at breakfast time; but Mr. Blake doesn't take much interest in his servants; he
leaves all such matters to me."
"Then he does not know you have come for the police?"
"No, sir, and O, if you would be so good as to keep it from him. It is not
necessary he should know. I shall let you in the back way. Mr. Blake is a man
who never meddles with anything, and--"
"What did Mr. Blake say this morning when you told him that this girl--By the way,
what is her name?"
"That this girl, Emily, had disappeared during the night?"
"Not much of anything, sir. He was sitting at the breakfast table reading his
paper, he merely looked up, frowned a little in an absent-minded way, and told
me I must manage the servants' affairs without troubling him."
"And you let it drop?"
"Yes sir; Mr. Blake is not a man to speak twice to."
I could easily believe that from what I had seen of him in public, for though by no
means a harsh looking man, he had a reserved air which if maintained in private
must have made him very difficult of approach.
We were now within a half block or so of the old-fashioned mansion regarded by
this scion of New York's aristocracy as one of the most desirable residences in
the city; so motioning to the man who had accompanied me to take his stand in a
doorway near by and watch for the signal I would give him in case I wanted Mr.
Gryce, I turned to the woman, who was now all in a flutter, and asked her how
she proposed to get me into the house without the knowledge of Mr. Blake.
"O sir, all you have got to do is to follow me right up the back stairs; he won't
notice, or if he does will not ask any questions."
And having by this time reached the basement door, she took out a key from her
pocket and inserting it in the lock, at once admitted us into the dwelling.