What's come of him?" and they stared blankly at her.
"He went to Little Sark last night to see her"--with a beck of distaste
towards Julie--"and he's never come home."
The men looked from the speaker to Julie, as though the next word
necessarily lay with her.
"I never set eyes on him. I was out after that girl. I came here to tell
him about Gard. Has he been to the harbour?"
"No, he hasn't. We are from there now."
"He's maybe with some of them arranging about going to L'Etat," said
Julie. "I'll go and find out;" and she set off along the road past the
windmill.
The morning passed in fruitless enquiries. She asked this one and that,
every one she could think of, if they had seen Peter, and was met
everywhere with meaning grins and point-blank denials. Apparently no one
had set eyes on Peter, and every one seemed to imply that she ought io
know more about him than any one else.
It was past mid-day before she was back at Vauroque, but Mrs. Guilie was
still standing in the doorway of Peter's empty house as if she had been
looking out for news of him ever since.
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