'Would you be so kind as to come upstairs, sir?' she invited.
Lavendale followed her to Suzanne's suite. She stood on one side for him to enter and closed the door carefully.
'Monsieur,' she began, 'my mistress once told me that if there was trouble I was to come to you.'
'Quite right,' Lavendale assented quickly. 'What is it?'
'Mademoiselle left me at six o'clock on Monday night,' the maid proceeded. 'I know nothing as to her destination except that her journey was decided upon quite suddenly and that she had a motor ride of over a hundred miles. She expected to be back the next day. If not, she promised to send me some instructions. Since then I have heard nothing of her.'
Lavendale reflected for a moment.
'How much are you in your mistress' confidence?' he inquired.
'She has trusted me often with her life,' was the quiet reply.
'You understand her real position?'
'But naturally.'