Aladdin fumbled for speech.
"I'm still a little lame, you see," he said apologetically, and took several steps to show.
"Very!" said Margaret, in such a voice that Aladdin wondered what she meant.
"But it doesn't hurt any more."
"Then that's all right."
"Where's Jack?" he asked at length.
Margaret became very grave.
"I'm afraid we've betrayed our trust, Aladdin," she said. "Because only yesterday he slipped away and left a little note to say that he was going to enlist. We're very much distressed about it."
"Perhaps it's better so," said Aladdin, "if he really wanted to go. Did he leave any address?"
"None whatever; he simply vanished."
"Ungrateful little brute!" said Aladdin. Then he bethought him of Peter. "I'll come back later, Margaret," he said, "but it behooves me to go and look up the good Mrs. Brackett."
