"And you think she went of her own free will?"
"She could scarcely have been abducted," she retorted. "Marcia is a strong girl, and a single scream would have alarmed the house."
"That's true," I agreed. "Your room is near hers?"
"Just across the hall."
The wish flashed into my brain to look through the house; perhaps I should be able to arrange it.
"There's no pit or hole or trap or anything of that sort into which she could have fallen?"
"Oh, no; nothing of the sort."
"Nor closet nor chest into which she could have accidentally locked herself?" I went on, remembering the fate of the bride in the old song.
"No; besides, we've looked in them all. We've searched everywhere—every corner. She's not in the house—I'm quite sure of that."
"And yet you say she loved Mr. Curtiss?"