Missing at Marshlands Part 17

"Sort of," Arden replied indifferently, and they left the store with their heads up but their spirits down.

"Well, that exhausts the village, except for the food store. We can buy some oranges and ask Mr. Gushweller," Terry suggested.

The combination grocery and butcher store was without customers when the girls entered, and the beaming owner, Mr. Gushweller, came forward rubbing his hands and remarking how glad he was to see them.

Arden looked expertly at the oranges, critically "weighing" them in her hand. How should they ask about Dimitri without exciting Mr. Gushweller's curiosity?

But Sim saved the day. "Say, Mr. Gushweller," she said brightly, "what kind of meat is good for a dog-that Russian wolfhound, you know? The one that artist owns? He asked if we'd pick up something for her."

"Wall, he gen'ally gits these." Gushweller indicated a prepared dog food in cans. "I thought it was about time he got a new supply. He ain't bought none for a couple weeks now."

"I'll take three cans," Sim replied automatically, while one half of her brain registered the disappointing fact that Dimitri hadn't been in that store either.

Loaded again with unwanted stuff, although Tania could use the dog food, they were a serious threesome as they drove homeward in the early evening. The storm continued violently to tear things up, and all were thinking the same thing. Dimitri hadn't been to town even to get food for Tania. Where was he in this awful storm?

CHAPTER XVI That Dark Woman

"If he had taken his car, or even the boat, it wouldn't seem so-so ominous," Arden reasoned as they drove homeward. "But to find them both there, and Tania practically starving. Well--"

"That broken cupboard, too," Sim said. "I feel sure that's where he used to keep the snuffbox. Do you remember the day we came to tea? The sound of a small door and a key in the lock?"

"It certainly looked as though it had been forced open," Terry replied.

"I hate to tell Chief Reilly. I'm afraid he'll get things all mixed up.

Let's wait a little longer, and we'll do whatever your mother advises,"

Arden said, and Terry agreed, silently nodding her head.

The storm was surely now at its height. In some parts of the road, where there was not much distance to the ocean, the waves had been blown in so that a curved white line of foam was left on the ground almost under the wheels of the car. The sand came in sheets, blowing and sticking on the wet winds.h.i.+eld, making the driving difficult indeed.

Mrs. Landry did not hide her relief when they put the car in the garage and came tramping into the house.

"Did you find him?" she asked brightly, and then at once knew they had not, for they looked at her hopelessly and shook their heads.

"No one has seen him for days," Terry said briefly.

"He didn't even buy food for Tania," added Arden. "Do you suppose something terrible has happened to him? That someone knew he had that snuffbox and--"

"I don't believe so," Mrs. Landry soothed, talking slowly and softly, as one speaks to a frightened child. "I'm sure you will hear good news in the morning. Come, get your damp things off and see how much better you'll feel after you've had some of Ida's chicken pie."

Later, when they ate the pie and apparently enjoyed it, wise Mrs. Landry kept the conversational ball rolling as well as she could, but it was not easy. There was so much worry in their serious young faces that smiles were few and far between among the girls.

They retired early, tired from their long walk through the rain and the rough drive to the village and back. But healthy bodies make healthy minds, and next morning they were surprised, and a little ashamed, at having slept so well; in fact, at having overslept so well.

"We must go and feed Tania," Arden decided after breakfast. "We'll look more carefully this time for some clues and hope for the best."

Tania was overjoyed to see them and ate greedily of the food Sim gave her from one of the cans she had bought the day before.

"Was that chair like that yesterday?" Terry asked indicating an overturned rocker.

"I don't remember," Sim answered. "I was so excited."

"I don't, either, but Tania might have done it," Arden suggested.

"Then it doesn't indicate a struggle or anything," Terry remarked. "I guess it wasn't important, anyway."

"Tania will be safer here than anywhere else, and she hates the rain so,"

Sim said in fixing little things for the lonely dog's comfort.

They left the _Merry Jane_ again, much the same as they had found her, and returned to "Buckingham Palace," finally deciding to tell Chief Reilly if they did not hear from Dimitri by noon.

They were about to drive to town to deliver their doleful message when the sound of a car coming down the muddy road filled them with sudden hope.

Surely this was Dimitri coming back safe and sound! If only it could be--

"Oh, gos.h.!.+" Sim exclaimed. "I'm glad he's back! I was so worried."

"Me, too!" said Terry ungrammatically.

They waited at the back gate and watched the splas.h.i.+ng approach of the car. Mud-stained as it was, they could still distinguish the color. A green roadster!

It came to a sudden stop with screeching of brakes, and the door, with grimy side curtains attached, was swung open.

Then they could see that the dark Olga was behind the wheel, hesitating before putting a black satin shoe on the muddy ground as she prepared to step out.

She smiled as she saw the three girls in a row looking at her in dismay.

"A reception committee. Yes?" she asked. "Good-morning! Here I am again, you see."

"Good-morning," Arden replied mechanically, trying to look past the woman into the car. Woefully there came to her the realization that it contained no one but Olga. There was no sign of Dimitri.

Suddenly, Arden feared that Sim or Terry might give away their discovery about Dimitri's absence before she had a chance to question the woman and learn if Olga knew of his disappearance.

But Sim and Terry acted as if struck dumb. They had been so sure that their artist friend would be in the car. Surely, Arden thought, Olga could see surprise and dismay in their faces. Perhaps she did not notice, or perhaps she was only concerned with herself, for when she spoke again she asked if they could do her the very great favor of taking her over to the _Merry Jane_.

"Why, I guess--" began Arden and then decided on a bold question. "But why didn't you take the road from the village? You must have come past it as you drove out."

"A road from the village!" Olga repeated. "I thought there was no way except to go by boat from here."

"Oh, yes," Terry explained. "There is a way. This road you are on now branches off farther back and goes through the marsh, right to the houseboat. Of course, it is not much of a road, but it is wide enough for one car."

"Really?" The dark woman raised black, curved brows. "I did not mean to be such a great trouble."

"Oh, it's no trouble," Arden exclaimed quickly. "If the bay were not so rough, we would be glad to take you. But the storm--" It would not do to make Olga antagonistic. They could learn nothing then.