“José is not in his room. He didn’t sleep there last night. His bed is made up and there’s not a wrinkle on it.”
“Why, where can he be?” cried the major. “He couldn’t have run away, could he?”
“Perhaps he is taking a morning walk,” suggested Martin.
“Did he take anything with him!” asked Jimmie. “I mean are his things in his room?”
“I didn’t notice,” replied Stephen. “We’d better ask some of the servants, first, if they have seen him this morning, and then go back and have a look for ourselves.”
But the servants could give no information. On examining José’s room they found everything just as he had left it. He had taken nothing in his flight, not even a comb and brush.
“Even his pearl shirt studs are here,” said Jimmie.
“How about his leather motor clothes?” asked Stephen.
“Here they are,” replied his friend.
“How about his motor cycle?” asked the major with a sudden thought.