"No trace, ma'am. The boys are still looking...."
"The Black Pond...?" she asked, in a whisper, one hand at her throat.
"They're down there now."
"Ah!"
She was at Dr. Denton's side now, her hands on his arm. "Please help us." Her eyes sought his.
"I'm going to do my best," he answered. "Michel, did Peter say anything to you in the barn about going out to play?"
The Irishman's face corrugated in an effort to remember.
"No, doctor, sor. Not that I mind. He came out, the lad, to ask me what makes cars go fast."
"What?"