agreed that a certain gentleman and his daughter
know more than they feel safe to relate about the mysterious
disappearance of Oswald Langdon and Alice Webster. Their evident
embarrassment when questioned regarding the conduct of the missing
parties is significant. There is such a thing as being an accessory to
crime by concealment. There is no wrath like that of--, etc. A little
detective work along a certain line might unearth some startling finds.
A hint to the wise is sufficient."

Sir Donald received a marked copy of the paper containing this screed,
but concealed it from his daughter. This precaution was unavailing, as
another copy, conspicuously marked, was delivered by special carrier to
Esther.

Both were greatly distressed by these insinuations. Every one would know
to whom reference was made. However, there was nothing which could be
done. To resent this attack would be most indiscreet.

Relying upon the probability that Sir Donald and Esther were
sufficiently disciplined by this publication, other inquisitors
appeared.

Sir Donald's manner was so frigid that none cared to persist. No one had
the audacity further to interview Esther.

Instead of returning at once to Northfield, they remained several days
in London. Realizing that there might be some suspicion cast upon them,
Sir Donald was on his mettle. So far from shrinking from public gaze, he
openly moved about his affairs with dignified composure. He consulted
one of the most noted London detectives, retaining his agency to unravel
the Dodge conspiracy, lake tragedy, and these mysterious disappearances.

This agency undertook to solve the three complex issues involved,
convinced that these were so interwoven as to form one web. Skillful
assistants were intrusted with particular lines of investigation.
Double shifts were employed in watching each of the Laniers. A trusted
lieutenant, skilled in intricate work, was sent to India.

Sir Donald keenly felt the unpleasant notoriety. He had been attacked at
the most sensitive, vital point of his nature. Never before had he
experienced any sense of social ostracism. No thought of family shame
ever had suffused his cheek. And his beloved Esther! This motherless
girl, whose clinging, obedient love and trusting dependence had wound
their silken tendrils around every pulsing fiber of his soul!

That penny-liners could make coarse reference or express vague innuendo
about this pure-minded, sensitive girl see