The pater had always been interested in the lonely
old boy, so he sent me over to see if I could do anything for him. I
found the place like this and-- the bird had flown. Went dopy I
suppose about the bad news and tore things up a bit."
Though the boy's words were slangy, there was real sympathy in his
tone and the girls liked him the better for it.
"And you haven't heard anything from him since?" asked Betty softly.
"Not a word or a sign," answered the boy, with a shake of his head.
"Just clean cleared out, that's all. Pretty hard luck, I call it. Just
at the end of things too-- when he had a right to expect the fellows
home. Pretty tough luck. I wish I could find the poor old duffer and
do something for him."
The girls heartily echoed the wish. Before leaving the place for good,
they looked about the rooms once more for some sign or message that
might give them a clue to the whereabouts of the professor. They found
nothing, however, and finally were forced to give up the search.
As the young people stepped outside once more and closed the door
after them upon the desolate house a great wave of pity swept over
Betty.
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