"Where Robin is?" I asked.
There was no reply from the garret gloom.
"Did Mr. Bob send them?"
She was busy in a chest.
"What did you ask, Bertram?" she inquired, absently.
"Did Mr. Bob send these Bombay papers?"
"Oh," she answered, "those?"
She paused a moment.
"No," she told me.
"Oh," said I, much disappointed, "I thought he might. They're last year's papers, too, some of them."