As he rode into the stable-yard he caught sight of Ryder's face at an upper window. She looked pale and agitated, and her black eyes flashed with a strange expression. She made him a signal which he did not understand; but she joined him directly after in the stable-yard.
"Come quietly with me," said she, solemnly.
He hooked his horse's rein to the wall, and followed her, trembling.
She took him up the back stairs, and, when she got on the landing, she turned and said, "Where did you leave her?"
"In her own room."
"See if she is there now," said Ryder, pointing to the door.
Griffith tore the door open: the room was empty.
"Nor is she to be found in the house," said Ryder; "for I've been in every room."
Griffith's face turned livid, and he staggered and leaned against the wall. "Where is she?" said he, hoarsely.
"Humph!" said Ryder, fiendishly. "Find him, and you will find her."