“Yes, sir.”
“Then there is some mischief afoot. I never sent for him,” said the agitated father.
Mr. Reynolds requested Harvey to accompany him to the nearest police station, and relate all that he knew to the officer in charge, that the police might be put on the track. He asked himself in vain what object any one could have in spiriting away the boy, but no probable explanation occurred to him.
On his return to the house he communicated to the housekeeper what he had learned.
“What do you think of it?” he asked.
“It may be only a practical joke,” answered the housekeeper calmly.
“Heaven grant it may be nothing more! But I fear it is something far more serious.”
“I dare say it's only a boy's lark, Mr. Reynolds.”
“But you forget—it was a young man who was seen in his company.”
“I really don't know what to think of it, then. I don't believe the boy will come to any harm.”