CHAPTER XX. THE DAY AFTER.
James Cromwell came down to breakfast on the morning succeeding his attempt to drown our young hero, with as composed a manner as his nervous agitation permitted him to assume.
"Where is your young friend?" inquired the landlady, for Cromwell and Robert usually came in together.
"I have not seen him since supper," said Cromwell. "I was about to ask you if you had seen anything of him."
"Was he not here last night?"
"No, I went into his room just now, and find that his bed is untouched."
"That is strange," said Mr. Manton.
"I have felt quite troubled about him," continued Cromwell, hypocritically.
"Do you think anything has befallen him?" asked the landlady.