'He isn't lost,' said Nannie. 'We know where he is perfectly; he's at the Hotel Sole d'Oro in Riva, and that's at the other end of the lake. We're going up on the afternoon boat to join him.' 'Oh!' said Constance meekly. 'You take my advice,' Mr. Wilder put in. 'Go up to Riva if you must--it's a pleasant trip--but leave your luggage here. See this young man in person and bring him back with you; tell him we have just as good mountains as he'll find in the Dolomites. If by any chance you shouldn't find him----' 'Of course, we'll find him!' said Nannie. Constance looked troubled. 'Don't go, it's quite a long trip. Write instead and give the letter to Gustavo; he'll give it to the boat steward who will deliver it personally. Then if Jerry shouldn't be there----' Nannie was losing her patience. 'Shouldn't be there? But he _says_ he's there.' 'Oh! yes, certainly, that ends it. Only, you know, Nannie, _I_ don't believe there really is any such person as Jerry Junior! I think he's a myth.' Gustavo had been hanging about the gate looking anxiously up the road as if he expected something to happen. His brow cleared suddenly as a boy on a bicycle appeared in the distance. The boy whirled into the court and dismounted; glancing dubiously from one to the other of the group, he finally presented his telegram to Gustavo, who passed it on to Nannie. She ripped it open and ran her eyes over the contents. 'Can any one tell me the meaning of this? It's Italian!' She spread it on the table while the three bent over it in puzzled wonder. 'Ceingide mai maind dunat comtu Riva stei in Valedolmo geri.' Constance was the first to grasp the meaning; she read it twice and laughed. 'That's not Italian; it's English, only the operator has spelt it phonetically--I begin to believe there is a Jerry,' she added, 'no one could cause such a bother who didn't exist.' She picked up the slip and translated-- '"Changed my mind. Do not come to Riva; stay in Valedolmo--JERRY."' 'I'm a clairvoyant, you see. I told you he wouldn't be there!' 'But where is he?' Nannie wailed. Constance and her father glanced tentatively at each other, and were silent. Gustavo, who had been hanging officiously in the rear, approached and begged their pardon. '_Scusi_, signora, but I sink I can explain. _Ecco_! Ze telegram is dated from Limone--zat is a village close by here on ze ozzer side of ze lake. He is gone on a walking trip, ze yong man, of two--tree days wif an Englishman who is been in zis hotel. If he expect you so soon he would not go. But patience, he will come back. Oh, yes, in a little while, after one--two day he come back.' 'What is the man talking about?' Mrs. Eustace was both indignant and bewildered. 'Jerry was in Riva yesterday at the Hotel Sole d'Oro. How can he be on a walking trip at the other end of the lake to-day?' 'You don't suppose'--Nannie's voice was tragic--'that he has eloped with that American girl?'