“They were on duty and saw nothing.”
“On duty, in the kitchen, having skylarks!”
“No matter. The thing is what to do now?”
“Go to bed. She’ll turn up.”
“Don’t be a fool! I’ll take a car and join the searching party. Nobody knows what those kids are up to.”
“All right; go ahead. But this time, Wally Bryce, I punish her.”
He hurried out, and got into a fast car, with Matthews and Henry, the chauffeur, in the back seat. He went like the wind to the Hunters’. No news yet, but they informed him that twelve boys were missing.
“My Isabelle is with them,” said Wally.
The Hunters’ butler look startled.