“We can’t wait here after little Ollie’s told us to come,” said Uncle David simply.
“Cannot you suggest some plan?” asked Ezra, turning to Madame by force of habit.
“Not I,” she replied contemptuously. “Shall you go east, west, north, or south? The world lies all before you.”
“Ain’t you glad little Ollie’s found?” asked Uncle David, looking wistfully at her.
Madame laughed harshly. They went out of the room together feeling her presence insupportable. Just round the corner they came upon Napoleon Pompey who was peeping around to see if he could pick up any scraps of news. He had divined there was news from Olive, and with the inquisitiveness of his race had followed Ezra when he had rushed so wildly out of the house.
“D’yer know whar ter go?” he inquired.
“No,” said Ezra. “Can you tell us anything of that negro boy? Do you know where he lives?”
“Ask her,” said Napoleon Pompey, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the door from which they had just emerged.
“Ask who?”
“Madame,” said Napoleon Pompey.