ers,
Doctor, at the ends of the earth."

"I did not say he was deranged," began the doctor helplessly, "and you
said you didn't believe me anyway."

"Don't quote me to excuse yourself." Aunt Caroline sailed serenely on.
"At least preserve the courage of your convictions. There is certainly
something the matter with Benis. He has answered none of my letters. He
has completely ignored my lettergrams. To my telegram of Thursday
telling him that I had been compelled to discharge my third cook since
Mabel for wiping dishes on a hand towel, he replied only by silence.
And the telegraph people say that the message was never delivered owing
to lack of address. Easy as I am to satisfy, things like this cannot be
allowed to continue. My nephew must be found."

"But we don't know where to look for him," objected her victim weakly.

Aunt Caroline easily rose superior to this.

"We have a map, I hope? And Vancouver, heathenish name! must be marked
on it somewhere. If not, the railroad people can tell us."

"But he is not in Vancouver."

"There--or thereabouts. When we get there we can ask the policeman,
or," with a grim twinkle, "we can enquire at the asylums. You forget
that my nephew is a celebrated man even if he is a fool."

The doctor gave in. He hadn't had a chance from the beginning, for Aunt
Caroline could answer objections far faster than he could make them.
They arrived at the terminus just four days after the expeditionary
party had left for Friendly Bay.

If Aunt Caroline were surprised at finding more than one policeman in
Vancouver, she did not admit it. Neither did the general atmosphere of
ignorance as to Benis daunt her in the least. She adhered firmly to her
campaign of question asking and found it fully justified when inquiry
at the post-office revealed that all letters for Professor Benis H.
Spence were to be delivered to the care of the Union Steamship Company.
From the Union Steamship Company to the professor's place of refuge was
an easy step. But Dr. Rogers, to whom this last inquiry had been
intrusted, returned to the hotel with a careful jauntiness of manner
which ill accorded with a disturbed mind.

"Well, we've found him," he announced cheerfully. "And now, if we are
wise, I think we'll leave him alone. He is camping up the coast at a
place called Friendly Bay--no hotels, no accommodation for ladies--he
is evidently perfectly well and attending to business. You know he came
out here partly to