In three weeks you will be with us.

By the way, when did our Mystery Man leave ?" "When?
Why--I--I didn't know--" "You had not even discovered that he had gone ?" chuckled Grace.

"Oh, Tom! There are his blankets within a yard of you, neatly folded, and a slip of paper pinned to the top one, probably bidding us good-bye and thanking us for our hospitality.

Read it, please." Tom did so and nodded.
"Just what you thought it was, Grace.

You must be gifted with second sight.