“Well, we’ll go and look at it and see how Leonard is. He looked uncommonly seedy, didn’t he? Come along, Morton.”
We crossed a narrow passage and entered a small parlour. Miss Hart walked up to the mantelpiece and Cecil and I remained looking round.
“Hallo!” he exclaimed. “Leonard isn’t here; I wonder where——”
He was interrupted by a cry of blank surprise from Miss Hart.
“What’s the matter now? How you startled me, Milly!” he exclaimed, hurrying to her side. “What is it?”
“Why, the photograph!”
“What about it?”
“It’s gone!”
CHAPTER XXVII.
LEONARD DE CARTIENNE.
We all three stood and looked at one another for a moment, Milly Hart with her finger still pointing to the vacant place where the photograph had been. Then Cecil broke into a short laugh.