Two hours later, at supper, Jim was inquired for.
"Our last supper together, and Mr. Hambleton not here!" mourned Chamberlain.
Agatha felt guilty, but could scarcely confess it. "You are all invited for next year, you know," she said.
"And we're all coming," announced Mélanie. "But poor Mr. Hambleton will miss his supper tonight."
The "poor Mr. Hambleton" struck Agatha. "I think Mr. Hambleton is doing very well indeed. I saw him start off for a walk this afternoon."
"Jim's a chump. Give him a cold potato," jeered Aleck.
But after supper was over, and the twilight deepened into darkness, Agatha sought Aleck where she could speak with him alone.
"I—I think Mr. Hambleton was troubled when he left here this afternoon," she said. "Can you think where he would be likely to go? He is not strong enough to bear much hard exercise yet."
Aleck looked at her keenly.
"If he went anywhere, I think he'd go straight to the yacht."