"Your master is at home?"
"Yes, sir, got in about seven. He was shut up in his room—the lib'ry—till nearly dinner-time, and then he waited and waited for the mistress to come down—and when she didn't come he got fidgety and sent Kate upstairs."
"And Kate found no one?"
"No, sir. Only the dog—Jock—lying curled up in the very middle of the bed—a thing he's never been known to do before, sir."
"Mrs. Rose has not been here," said Herrick. "But just wait a moment. I will ask my wife if she expected Mrs. Rose."
He went out of the room, and found Eva coming down the short flight of stairs from the upper floor.
"What's the matter, Jim? Who is the man in there?"
"It is the man-servant from Greenriver asking if Mrs. Rose has been here. You did not expect her, did you, Eva?"
"Oh, no." She spoke calmly. "We were to meet to-morrow morning, but we had no appointment for to-night."
"I see. Odd where she can have got to." Herrick frowned thoughtfully. "You can't give me any clue to her movements, Eva? You don't remember hearing her say anything about to-night?"