him on in his efforts to find Tommy, but he supposed she had not really meant it that way. Darling Tuppence, there was not a girl in the world to touch her! When he saw herHis thoughts were brought up with a sudden jerk.
"As you say," he remarked, pulling himself together, "there's not a hint here as to what she's up to. Hi—Henry!"
The small boy came obediently. Tommy produced five shillings.
"One thing more. Do you remember what the young lady did with the telegram?"
Henry gasped and spoke.
"She crumpled it up into a ball and threw it into the grate, and made a sort of noise like 'Whoop!' sir."
"Very graphic, Henry," said Tommy. "Here's your five shillings. Come on, Julius. We must find that telegram."
They hurried upstairs. Tuppence had left the key in her door. The room was as she had left it. In the fireplace was a crumpled ball of orange and white. Tommy disentangled it and smoothed out the telegram.
"Come at once, Moat House, Ebury, Yorkshire, great developments—Tommy."
They looked at each other in stupefaction. Julius spoke first:
"You didn't send it?
"Of course not. What does it mean?"
"I guess it means the worst," said Julius quietly. "They've got her."
