CHAPTER XXIX

A SLEEPLESS NIGHT "Steady, my dear!" came the calm voice of Mrs. Brownley. "Don't go off now. It will be all right." She put her arms about Sylvia, and the pressure, with the calming words, had an effect. With a shudder the girl held herself back from the brink of a faint. "But where is Roy?" she faltered, moistening her dry lips with a tongue scarcely more wet. "What has happened to him?" "That we do not know, my dear young lady," said Professor Russman, who had now ascended the steps of his bungalow, followed by …