About an hour later he came down again, to find his father and Mr.Bryant still sitting in the library waiting for morning.
"Father," said King, his eyes shining bright beneath his tousled hair, "I've been rummaging in Midget's room.

I thought I might find out something to help us.

And she's taken her pocketbook, and the gold piece Uncle Steve gave her last Christmas.

I know, because I know where she always kept it,--and it's gone." "Well, King," said his father, thoughtfully, "what do you make out from that ?" "Only that she has gone somewhere especial.

I mean somewhere to spend that money,--not just for a walk on the beach, or down to the pier." "That's encouraging," said Cousin Jack, "for if she went away on some special errand, she's more likely to be safe and sound, somewhere.