We'll see how soon he discovers them!" Before Pete could stop her she was half-way up the first flight of stairs.

Even then he tried to speak to his young master, to explain that Mr.William was not living there; but the words refused to come.

He could only stand dumbly waiting.
In a minute it came--Billy's sharp, startled cry.
"Bertram! Bertram!" Bertram sprang for the stairway, but he had not reached the top when he met his wife coming down.

She was white-faced and trembling.
"Bertram--those rooms--there's not so much as a teapot there! Uncle William's--gone!" "Gone!" Bertram wheeled sharply.

"Pete, what is the meaning of this?
Where is my brother ?" To hear him, one would think he suspected the old servant of having hidden his master.
Pete lifted a shaking hand and fumbled with his collar.
"He's moved, sir." "Moved! Oh, you mean to other rooms--to Cyril's." Bertram relaxed visibly.