“It is no good wiring to Philip.”
“Why?” inquired Uncle Robert.
“Because he lied to me when I was at the bungalow. He said the last time Phyllis had been there was a week ago. She was in his bedroom then—his bedroom! Think of it!”
“He may not have known it,” murmured the mother.
“Of course he knew it,” pronounced the Colonel.
There was an awkward, a dismal silence.
Then Uncle Robert spoke:
“Did Phyllis take any luggage?”
“I don’t know. I came straight here when I found her room empty,” said the Colonel.
“You ought to have examined the room. There may have been a letter. These romantic girls always leave a letter—on the pin-cushion, I believe,” said Uncle Robert. “But I will send the wires, if you will give me likely addresses.”