"So I ought to be," replied Mark, "but, as a matter of fact, I was waiting for you."
"What's the matter?"
"I'm rather worried about Nancy. She's never turned up, and there's been no message from her."
Colin's whole figure stiffened abruptly.
"No message?" he repeated.
"Nothing. I can't understand it at all. If she's ill, surely she'd have let us know."
Without a word Colin swung round sharply, and, striding toward the pegs, unhooked his coat.
"What are you going to do?" demanded Mark.
"I'll get out the car and drive up there at once," he said. "Can you stop in for another twenty minutes? I'll telephone you directly I find out what's the matter."
Mark nodded. "Keep steady, old son. I expect it will be all right. There's probably some quite simple explanation."