He should have turned up at the 'Angel' at Norcaster last night, and at a rehearsal at the Theatre Royal there today at noon--but he didn't.

His manager and I have tracked him here--and so far I can't hear of him.

I've asked people all through the village--this side, anyway--nobody knows anything." He and the girl still looked attentively at each other; Copplestone, indeed, was quietly inspecting her while he talked.

He judged her to be twenty-one or two; she was a little above medium height, slim, graceful, pretty, and he was quick to notice that her entire air and appearance suggested their present surroundings.

Her fair hair escaped from a knitted cap such as fisher-folk wear; her slender figure was shown to advantage by a rough blue jersey; her skirt of blue serge was short and practical; she was shod in brogues which showed more acquaintance with sand and salt water than with polish.