“Not that I know of, sir. But I can’t find her.”
“Have you looked in her bedroom?”
“I knocked at the door, sir.”
“And there was no answer?”
“No, sir.”
“When did you last see your mistress?”
“When she told me to dust this room, sir, after I had brought up your milk.”
“Where was she?”
“In the dining-room, sir.”
A fearful thought ran through the mind of Carpentaria, cutting it like a lancet. Suppose that Juliette had been poisoned! Suppose that an attempt had been made against her, as against him, but with more success! He hurried out of the room and knocked loudly at her bedroom-door.