One could see the poor man had no conception of what was due to a lady in his care, and Graham looked at him for a moment with rage, wishing he could take him by the throat and shake some sense into him.
"Then you don't know that she's been kidnapped and the police are out on track for her?" said Graham dryly.
"No! You don't say!" exclaimed Barnard, turning white and showing he had some real feeling after all. "Kidnapped! Why--why--how _could_ she? And she's got _those notes_! Why, Graham! You're fooling! Why, how came you to know?"
Graham told him tersely as he walked the man over to the telephone booths, and finished with: "Now, you go in that booth and phone your Government man, and I'll call up police headquarters and see what's doing. We've got to work fast, for there's no telling what may have happened in the last three hours. It's up to us to find that girl before anything worse happens to her."
White and trembling Barnard tottered into the booth. When he came out again the sleuth-hounds of the Secret Service were on the trail of Shirley Hollister's captors.