"Yes. You have a school committee, haven't you?"
"Non, monsieur."
"That accounts for it. You need a smart school committee to see that the right things are taught in your schools. But about Frank—has his body been found?"
"Non, monsieur."
"Not been found! Why not?"
"We have looked for it, but we cannot find it."
"Poor boy!" said Mr. Tarbox, wiping away a tear. "So he has been left all the time lying dead in some hole in the mountains."
"We have looked for him."
"Then you didn't look sharp. I'll look for him myself, and when I've found the poor boy I'll give him decent burial. I'd rather bury that skunk Sharpley a darned sight. I'd bury him with pleasure, and I wouldn't grudge the expense of the coffin. Now tell me where the poor boy fell."