L. of Arizona
please write me. Box M-21, The Herald.
Am in trouble. KITTY M.
He read it again. There could be no doubt in the world. It was
addressed to him, and from Kitty. While he ate his one half spring
chicken Clay milled the situation over in his mind. She had been on
the lookout for him, just as he had been searching for her. By good
luck her shot at a venture had reached him. He remembered now that on
the bus he had casually mentioned to her that he usually read the
"Herald."
After he had eaten, Clay walked down Broadway and left a note at the
office of the "Herald" for Kitty.
The thought of her was in his mind all day. He had worried a good deal
over her disappearance. It was not alone that he felt responsible for
the loss of her place as cigarette girl. One disturbing phase of the
situation was that Jerry Durand must have seen her. What more likely
than that he had arranged to have her spirited away? Lindsay had read
that hundreds of girls disappeared every year in the city. If they
ever came to the surface again it was as dwellers in that underworld in
the current of which they had been caught.
Jerry was a known man in New York. It had been easy for Clay to find
out the location of his saloon and the hotel where he lived. The
cattleman had done some quiet sleuthing, but he had found no trace of
Kitty. Now he knew that she had turned to him in her need and cried
for help.
That she was in trouble did not surprise him.
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