“Vane Lee?” he cried.
“Yes: I’m very anxious about Vane. He was sent over to Lenby, this afternoon and has not returned. I want to ask Macey and Gilmore if they know anything of his whereabouts.”
“But some one came long ago. They have not seen him since luncheon.”
“Tut—tut—tut!” ejaculated the doctor.
“Not been back then?”
The doctor shook his head, and the rector suggested that he had stayed at Lenby and half a dozen other things which could be answered at once.
“Would you mind sending for the lads to come down?”
“Certainly not. Of course,” cried the rector; and he rang and sent up a message.
“I don’t suppose they are in bed,” he said. “They always have a good long gossip; and, as long as they are down in good time I don’t like to be too strict. But, my dear Lee. You don’t think there is anything serious?”
“I don’t know what to think, Syme,” cried the doctor, agitatedly.