listened; there was no sound above. The wind may have blown open the door if it had been unlatched, and the imagined footsteps in the hall may have been nothing but the rustling of the hangings, but still he was not satisfied. He ventured up the first flight and paused to listen. He thought he heard a movement above, but was not quite sure. He neither wished to intrude nor to frighten her unnecessarily, but he called her name. At first he received no response, and then, with a sense of relief that made him realize how deep his fear had been, he saw her come to the head of the stairs. The light came only from the sick room, so that he could not see her very clearly. She took a step towards them, and then he noticed that she swayed and clutched the banister. He was at her side in three bounds. "What is the trouble?" he demanded. "If you will steady me a bit," she answered. "Are you hurt?" "Just dazed a little. Did you stop him?" "Stop him? Then some one did go out?" "As I opened the door Ben rushed by me and--I fell down. I hoped you might see him and hold him!" "I was at the other end of the library. He must have stolen out on tiptoe. But you are faint." "I am stronger now." She started down the stairs with the help of the banister, holding herself together with remarkable self control. As they came into the light he saw that she was very pale, but she insisted that she needed nothing but a breath of cool air. He helped her to the door and here she sat down for a moment upon the step. "I might take a look around the grounds," Donaldson suggested. "It is quite useless. He is not here." "Then you have an idea where he has gone!" She hesitated a moment. "Yes," she answered. He waited, but she ventured nothing further.