Mr. Bryant flew upstairs two steps at a time, and they all followed. But nothing unusual was to be seen. The pretty room was in order, and no clothing of any sort was lying about.
Mrs. Maynard looked in the cupboard.
"Why, her blue linen is gone!" she said, "and here"s the white pique she had on at luncheon. And her blue hat is gone; she must have dressed up to go out somewhere to call, and unexpectedly stayed to dinner."
"Does she ever do that?" demanded Cousin Jack.
"She never has before," answered Mrs. Maynard, falling weakly back on Marjorie"s bed. "Why, this pillow is all wet!"
They looked at each other in consternation. They saw, too, the deep imprint of a head in the dented pillow. Surely, this meant tragedy of some sort, for if the child had sobbed so hard, she must have been in deep trouble.
"We must find her!" said Cousin Jack, starting for the stairs.
CHAPTER IX
THE SEARCH
It was fortunate that the Bryants were there to take the initiative, for Mr. and Mrs. Maynard seemed incapable of action. Usually alert and energetic, they were so stunned at the thought of real disaster to Marjorie that they sat around helplessly inactive.
"Come with me, King," said Cousin Jack, going to the telephone in the library.
Then he called up every house in Seacote where Marjorie could possibly have gone, and King helped by suggesting the names of acquaintances.
But no one could give any news of the little girl; no one whom they asked had seen or heard of her that afternoon.
Cousin Jack"s face grew very white, and his features were drawn, as he said: "You stay here, Ed, with Helen and Ethel; King and I will go out for a bit. Come, King."
Kingdon said nothing; he s.n.a.t.c.hed up his cap and went along silently by Mr. Bryant"s side, trying to keep up with his companion"s long, swift strides.
To the beach they went; it was not yet quite dark, but of course they saw no sign of Marjorie.
"Are you thinking she might have been washed away by the waves?" asked King, in a quivering voice.
"That"s all I _can_ think of," replied Mr. Bryant, grimly.
"But it isn"t likely, Cousin Jack. Mopsy is really a heavyweight, you know. And there"s not a very big surf on now."
"That"s so, King. But where _can_ she be?" Then they went and talked with the fishermen, and then on to the Life-saving Station.
The big, good-hearted men all knew Marjorie, and all declared she had not been on the beach that afternoon,--at least, not within their particular locality.
Discouraged, Cousin Jack and King turned down toward the pier. Their inquiries were fruitless; though many people knew Midget, by sight, none had seen her. There was nothing to do but go back home.
"Have you found her?" cried Cousin Ethel, as they entered the house.
"No; but the beach people haven"t seen her, so I"m sure there"s no accident of that sort." Cousin Jack wouldn"t make use of the word drowning, but they all knew what he meant.
Mrs. Maynard sat staring, in a sort of dull apathy. She couldn"t realize that Marjorie was lost, she couldn"t believe an accident had befallen her, yet, where was she?
"Let"s search the house," she said, jumping up suddenly. "I _must_ do _something_. Couldn"t she have gone somewhere to read quietly, and fallen asleep?"
This was a possibility, and the house was searched from top to bottom by eager hunters. But no Marjorie was found.
As it neared midnight, the ladies were persuaded to go to bed.
"You can do nothing, dear, by remaining up," said Mr. Maynard to his wife. "The Bryants will stay with us to-night, so you and Ethel go to your rooms, and King, too. Jack and I will stay here in the library for a while."
King demurred at being sent away, but his father explained that if he wanted to help, all he could do was to obey orders. So King went upstairs, but not to his own room. About an hour later he came down again, to find his father and Mr. Bryant still sitting in the library waiting for morning.
"Father," said King, his eyes shining bright beneath his tousled hair, "I"ve been rummaging in Midget"s room. I thought I might find out something to help us. And she"s taken her pocketbook, and the gold piece Uncle Steve gave her last Christmas. I know, because I know where she always kept it,--and it"s gone."
"Well, King," said his father, thoughtfully, "what do you make out from that?"
"Only that she has gone somewhere especial. I mean somewhere to spend that money,--not just for a walk on the beach, or down to the pier."
"That"s encouraging," said Cousin Jack, "for if she went away on some special errand, she"s more likely to be safe and sound, somewhere. Did you notice anything else missing, King?"
"Not a thing. And you know how wet her pillow was. Well, I think she heard about some poor person or poor family, and she cried about them, and then she took her gold piece and went to help them."
"That"s ingenious, King," said Mr. Maynard, "and it may be true. I hope so, I"m sure. But why should she stay away so long and not let us know?"
"Well, you see, the poor family may live at some distance, and not have any telephone, and they may be ill, or something, and she may be there yet, helping. You know Mopsy is awful kind-hearted. Remember the Simpsons" fire? She forgot everything else in caring for them."
"That"s so, my son; at any rate, it"s the most comforting theory we"ve had yet, and I"ll go and tell your mother about it. It will help her, I know."
Mr. Maynard went away, and King remained downstairs.
"I"m not going to bed, Cousin Jack," he said; "I"m old enough now to stay up with you men, in trouble like this."
"All right, King. You"re showing manly traits, my boy, and I"m proud of you. Now, old chap, between you and me, I don"t subscribe to your poor-family theory. It"s possible, of course, but it doesn"t seem probable to me."
"Well, then, Cousin Jack, what can we do next?"
"We can"t do anything till morning; then I think we must see the police."
"Oh, that seems so awful!"
"I know, but if it"s the means of finding Marjorie?"
"Then, of course, we"ll do it! How early can we see them?"
"We can telephone as early as we like, I suppose. But I"ve little confidence in the powers of the police down here. They"re all right to patrol the beach, but they"re not like city policemen."
At last the night wore away, and daybreak came.