Lad wasn't there." There was a moment's pause.

Then, the Mistress spoke again.

Her voice slightly muffled, she said: "Please find out if there is plenty of gas in my car;--enough to take it--say, forty miles.

Thank you." "What on earth-- ?" began the Master, as his wife left the telephone and picked up an ulster.
"Laddie didn't come home on the truck," she made tremulous reply.

"And he wasn't with us.