"Just read this, aunt," he said, hurrying into the drawing-room, and Auntie did so. Then she looked up.
"It is as I feared, I feel sure," she said. "Walter, you must go to Nice yourself, and make inquiries."
"I shall start to-night," said the young fellow readily.
"Stay a moment," said Auntie again. "We have the Times advertisements for the last few days; it may be as well to look over them."
"And the Saturday papers, with all the births, marriages, and deaths of the week put in at once," said Rosamond. "You take the Times," she added to her brother, going to a side-table where all the papers were lying in a pile, "and I'll look through the others."
For a few moments there was silence in the room. Gladys and Roger were very happy with some of their toys, which they had been allowed to unpack in the dining-room. "Bertram, Bertram, no, I see nothing. And there's no advertisement for two lost cherubs in the agony columns either," said Walter.
Suddenly Rosamond gave a little exclamation.
"Have you found anything?" asked Auntie.