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It was Sunday afternoon, and we were in conclave in the Schuyler / library. Fleming Stone was summing up his results of the past few days / and, though it was evident he had done all that mortal man could do, / yet he had no hint or clue as to where Vicky Van might be.
And, he held, that nothing else was of consequence compared to this / knowledge. She must be found, and whether that could be done quickly, / by search or by chance, or whether it would take a long time of / waiting, he could not say. He felt sure, that she must disclose / herself, sooner or later, but if not, and if their search continued / unavailing, then he held out no hope for success.