“But what is the matter?” Eve demanded. “Is it a fire or something?”
“It—it’s Hamish,” she cried, still struggling with her breath. “He—he’s gone!”
“Gone? Gone where?”
“How do I know? If I knew, I wouldn’t be running round the streets like this, would I?”
“Well do sit down on this horse block,” Eve suggested, “and tell us what’s happened.”
Hattie sank gratefully down. “Well, all day yesterday,” she began, “Hamish acted queer!”
“How d’you mean queer?” I inquired.
“Well as if he had something on his mind or—or was planning something. I kept my eye on him all day because I was suspicious that he was up to something. I didn’t let him out of my sight a single minute.”
“Poor Hamish!” I murmured.
She turned on me sharply. “Well I’ve got to look after him, haven’t I? I promised mother. You don’t know what crazy things Hamish can do!”