"I don't know what, exactly," she said. "I can't understand. I've thought several things—"
"Is Channing Lloyd here?" I asked excitedly.
"No. He was here to luncheon and went out with Marcia, but he didn't come back—to the house, I mean."
"But you know that he has been seen—since?"
I asked the question in terror and trembling.
"Oh, yes," she said. "One of the gardeners saw him and—"
"And Marcia?" I questioned again.
She pointed upward, where we were conscious again of the steadily moving footsteps.
"She's upstairs in her room."
I think the gasps of relief that came from each of us at this welcome news must have given Miss Gore the true measure of our anxiety, for a thin smile broke on her lips.