"It's such madness, such utter madness," his mother broke out in a tone between lament and denunciation. But she pulled herself up immediately and came back to my recent contribution as presenting the one possible straw that still floated in this drowning world. "But, as Mr. Melhuish says," she went on with a little gasp of annoyance, "we really have very little evidence, as yet." "It has occurred to me to wonder," I tried, "whether Miss Jervaise might not have been moved by a sudden desire to drive the car by moonlight..." I was going on to defend my suggestion by pleading that such an impulse would, so far as I could judge, be quite in character, but no further argument was needed. I had created a sensation. My feeble straw had suddenly taken the form of a practicable seaworthy raft, big enough to accommodate all the family--with the one exception of Frank, who, as it were, grasped the edge of this life-saving apparatus of mine, and tested it suspiciously. His preliminary and perfectly futile opening to the effect that the moon had already set, was, however, smothered in the general acclamation. "Oh! of _course_! So she may!" Mrs. Jervaise exclaimed. "Well, we might have thought of that, certainly," Olive echoed. "It would be so _like_ Brenda." While Ronnie hopefully murmured "That _is_ possible, quite possible," as a kind of running accompaniment. Then Mr. Jervaise began to draw in to the family group, with what seemed to me quite an absurd air of meaning to find a place on the raft of the big rug by the fireplace. Indeed, they had all moved a little closer together. Only Frank maintained his depressing air of doubt. "Been an infernally long time," he said. "What's it now? Half-past three?" "She may have had an accident," Olive suggested cheerfully. "Or gone a lot farther than she originally meant to," Ronnie substituted; the suggestion of an accident to Brenda obviously appearing less desirable to him than it apparently did to Brenda's sister. "It seems to me," Mr. Jervaise said, taking the lead for the first time, "that there may very well be half a dozen reasons for her not having returned; but I can't think of one that provides the semblance of an excuse for her going in the first instance. Brenda must be--severely reprimanded. It's intolerable that she should be allowed to go on like this." "She has always been spoilt," Olive said in what I thought was a slightly vindictive aside. "She's so impossibly headstrong," deplored Mrs. Jervaise. Her husband shook his head impatiently. "There is a limit to this kind of thing," he said. "She must be made to understand--_I_ will make her understand that we draw the line at midnight adventures of this kind."