"MR.

VOSS," said the waiter as he opened the door of the breakfast-room.
Mr.and Mrs.Birtwell left the table hurriedly and went to the parlor.
Their visitor was standing in the middle of the floor as they entered.
"Oh, Mr.Voss, have you heard anything of Archie ?" exclaimed Mrs.
Birtwell.
"Nothing yet," he replied.
"Dreadful, dreadful! What can it mean ?" "Don't be alarmed about it," said Mr.Birtwell, trying to speak in an assuring voice.

"He must have gone home with a friend.

It will be all right, I am confident." "I trust so," replied Mr.Voss.

"But I cannot help feeling very anxious.