“Is it an escapade—has he run off?”
“My dear sir, you know him almost as well as I do. Is he the sort of boy to play such a prank?”
“I should say, no. But, stop, you have had some quarrel. You have been reproving him.”
“No—no—no,” cried the doctor. “Nothing of the kind. If there had been I should have felt more easy.”
“But, what can have happened? A walk to Lenby and back by a boy who knows every inch of the way.”
“That is the problem,” said the doctor. “Ah, here is someone.”
For there was a tap at the door, and Macey entered, to look wonderingly from one to the other.
“Aleck, my boy,” said the doctor, “Vane is missing. Can you suggest anything to help us? Do you know of any project that he had on hand or of any place he was likely to have gone to on his way to Lenby?”
“No,” said Macey, quickly.