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 "But you don't know where in Boston I can reach her on the 'phone?"

"No, sir, I think they are to meet Master Gordon there and go on North, into Canada,  tonight."

"Oh, they're going to meet the boy, eh?" said Wade carelessly. "And go on tonight. Then I can't reach her there. You didn't hear what place in Canada?"

"No, sir, I think not."

"You think not?" Wade dipped his hand into his pocket. The butler drew himself up haughtily.

"That's all I know, sir," he said coldly. Wade's hand came out empty.

"Well, I'll write to Miss Pearse here in the hope that the letter will be forwarded at once. Never mind the card."

The butler returned it, bowed, and Wade found himself outside again on the fascinating mat. He returned to the cab and bade the driver hurry to the hotel. There was but one thing to do and he meant to do it. Canada was a large country, and if the party