He isn't on the Place.
Oh, I wonder if--" "H'm!" grumbled her husband.

"He's engineering an endurance contest, eh?
Well, if he can stand it, we can." But at sight of the deepening trouble in his wife's face, he got up from his desk.

Going out into the hall, he summoned Lad.
"We might shout our heads off," he said, "and he'd never answer; if he's really trying to scare us.

That's part of his lovable nature.
There's just one way to track him, in double time.

LAD!" The Master had been drawing on his mackinaw and hipboots as he spoke.
Now he opened the front door.
"Laddie!" he said, very slowly and incisively to the expectantly eager collie.