“He didn’t say,” replied Roy. “He’ll surely be home by lunch, though. Scott is going to West Chester with his mother at noon.” Lunch hour arrived and still no Reginald. But Mrs. Pell did not worry. He had so many friends in Marley that there were plenty of places where he might have gone from the Bowmans’. But when dinner time came and he had not yet appeared, the entire family began to speculate on the reasons for it. “He’s probably at the Minturns,” said Sydney, when informed of the facts. “Charlie may have persuaded him to stay over another night with him.” “Rex should have sent us word then,” rejoined his mother. Another day passed, and by this time Mrs. Pell began to grow seriously alarmed. “You must go down to Marley the first thing in the morning, Roy,” she said. And Roy went, repairing first to the Bowmans’. He found Scott just about to take his mother out in his cart. “What have you done with that brother of mine?” Roy began when greetings had been exchanged. “And I’d like to know why that brother of yours doesn’t permit himself to be heard from,” returned Scott promptly. “He didn’t show up Wednesday night nor send me any message explaining why he didn’t come.” “Didn’t come?” echoed Roy. “Do you mean to say that Rex hasn’t been here?” “Of course he hasn’t, and I think it mighty shabby of him.” “Why, that’s the queerest thing I ever heard of,” said Roy slowly. “Why is it?” “Because he started to come down here Wednesday afternoon by the 5:30 express.” “He did?” It was now Scott’s turn to look astonished. “And you say he never got here?” went on Roy. “Of course he didn’t. You don’t suppose we have him smuggled away somewhere, do you?” “Haven’t you any idea where your brother is?” here interrupted Mrs. Bowman. “We were sure he was here, somewhere in Marley,” answered Roy. “But he can’t be, if he didn’t come to you first.” “What could have happened to the fellow?” said Scott, beginning to see that the matter was more serious than he had at first supposed. “I can’t imagine. It’s the strangest thing I ever heard of.” Roy looked really worried. “I thought he might possibly be at the Minturns’, but he wouldn’t have gone there till he had been here.” “Let down that seat behind, jump in, and I’ll drive you over there,” said Scott. But Charlie had not seen or heard from Rex in ten days, nor was news to be obtained of him from any other of his Marley friends. Roy went home seriously alarmed. He hated to bring such a report to his mother, but he knew it would be better that she should be informed of all the facts. She was somewhat stunned at first at the tidings, but quickly rallied. “We must find him,” she said. “Something has happened to him. Did you think to ask Apgar if he remembered seeing Rex on his train Wednesday night?” Apgar was the conductor on the 5:30 express. “No, I’ll go down to the station and ask him this afternoon before he goes out.”