The kindly blue eyes beamed about, seeming to seek approval, which was readily granted.
“And me?” said Rodney.
“You’re the general who sits on his horse in a gold-lace cap—”
“I’d love to see a horse in a gold-lace cap!” exclaimed Betty, coming in with Lamb just then.
They slipped into their chairs, and cast furtive glances at Sayre to see how he was getting on.
“I’m planning plans,” Collins resumed, including the newcomers in his glance. “You see, the search for Emily is being put through properly and thoroughly. It is in the hands of skilful organizers and helpers, and they will explore every foot of country for miles around for our girl.”
The blue eyes looked troubled, but Abel Collins went on.
“Emily is my godchild, and I shall spare no effort to find her. I have no theories as t
