"At the House on the Dunes," Dan answered, a trifle sharply.
"A long walk for Mademoiselle on a cold morning," commented Monsieur Boisdhyver, as he sipped his coffee.
In a few moments Dan rose. "Going to the Port to-day, Tom?"
"Not till later, any way; I am going down to the beach to have a look at that ship."
"Wait a little, and I'll go with you," He turned to the door and motioned Tom to follow him.
Outside he took his friend's arm and drew him close. "Tom, something's up; Nancy's not here."
"Nancy's not here;" exclaimed Pembroke. "What do you mean? Where is she?"
"To tell the truth, I don't know where she is; her bed has not been slept in. I thought at first she had gone for a walk with the dogs as she does sometimes, but Boy and Girl are both in the barn. It's half-past eight now, and she ought to be back,"
"Good Lord! man, have you searched the house?"
"I've been over it from garret to cellar."