“Because he started to come down here Wednesday afternoon by the 5:30 express.”
“He did?”
It was now Scott’s turn to look astonished.
“And you say he never got here?” went on Roy.
“Of course he didn’t. You don’t suppose we have him smuggled away somewhere, do you?”
“Haven’t you any idea where your brother is?” here interrupted Mrs. Bowman.
“We were sure he was here, somewhere in Marley,” answered Roy. “But he can’t be, if he didn’t come to you first.”
“What could have happened to the fellow?” said Scott, beginning to see that the matter was more serious than he had at first supposed.
“I can’t imagine. It’s the strangest thing I ever heard of.” Roy looked really worried. “I thought he might possibly be at the Minturns’, but he wouldn’t have gone there till he had been here.”
“Let down that seat behind, jump in, and I’ll drive you over there,” said Scott.