spare room and looked
in. Yes; the man was gone--dead or alive--and there were no traces left
of his presence. The place was cleared up; the cupboard stood with open
doors, empty; the bed was made; the curtain pushed back; the sofa was
in its place against the wall; the window stood open. Nothing in the
room at all to show that there had been an occupant only two days
before. She stared blankly. The dead man was gone, then. Had her senses
altogether deceived her? Was he not dead, but only sleeping? Was her
horror only a thing of imagination? Behind her, in the hall, stood the
doctor, smiling, cheerful.

She remembered that her first business was to find her mistress. She
was not connected with the Dane. She closed the door and returned to
the hall.

"Well," asked the doctor, "have you made any discoveries? You see that
the house is deserted. You will perhaps learn before long why. Now what
will you do? Will you go back to London?"

"I must find her ladyship."

The doctor smiled.

"Had you come here in a different spirit," he said, "I would have
spared you all this trouble. You come, however, with suspicion written
on your face. You have always been suspecting and watching. It may be
in a spirit of fidelity to your mistress; but such a spirit is not
pleasing to other people, especially when there is not a single person
who bears any resentment towards that mistress. Therefore, I have
allowed you to run over the empty house, and to satisfy your suspicious
soul. Lady Harry is not hidden here. As for Lord Harry--but you will
hear in due time no doubt. And now I don't mind telling you that I have
her ladyship's present address."

"Oh! What is it?"

"She appears to have passed through Paris on her way to Switzerland two
days ago, and has sent here her address for the next fortnight. She has
now, I suppose, arrived there. The place is Berne; the Hotel ----. But
how do I know that she wants you?"

"Of course she wants me."

"Or of course you want her? Very good. Yours is the responsibility, not
mine. Her address is the Hotel d'Angleterre. Shall I write it down for
you? There it is. 'Hotel d'Angleterre, Berne.' Now you will not forget.
She will remain there for one fortnight only. After that, I cannot say
whither she may go. And, as all her things have been sent away, and as
I am going away, I am not likely to hear."

"Oh I must go to her. I must find her!" cried the woman earnestly; "if
it is only to make sure tha