She reflected for a moment.
"It was ten days ago. We haven't heard since then, but so often we get no letter for a week or so, and then three or four come together."
"I haven't heard either." I took her arm and walked to a settee. "It's possible that he's missing, Amy."
"Missing?" She did not yet take the word in its specialized sense.
"It doesn't necessarily mean anything," I said. "Thousands of 'missing' men turn up again. You see, if you get separated from your company——"
Amy covered her face with her hands, and I put my arm round her shoulders.
"You mustn't meet trouble half-way," I said. "He may be as right as I am——"
"You don't think that, or you wouldn't have told me," she whispered.
"I told you because you may see his name in the papers any day."