With the patience of the Oriental he stood in the shadow and waited.

Sooner or later they would leave the room, and sooner or later, with the deftness of his breed, he would enter.
The leopard he had heard about was nowhere to be seen.
"Winnie," said Kathlyn, "I dread it." Winnie set down the teacup; her eyes were brimming.
"What can it all mean?
Not a line from father since Colombo, five months gone." "Do you think----" "No, no!" replied Kathlyn hastily.

"Father sometimes forgets.

He may be hunting miles from telegraph wires and railroads; it is only that he should forget us so long.

Who knows?
He may have dropped down into Borneo.