“Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night, ’till it be morrow,”
quoted the doctor, as he left her alone.
The next morning they were eager to see each other, for this was the dawn of their new life, and their faces reflected the radiance of the glory of the light on their horizon. Yet their talk was not of themselves but of Bela and the diamond.
“I have been busy this morning attending to this matter. Bela has disappeared! I find he was last seen at sunrise, on the road leading up into the interior of the country. He must have been nearly frightened to death over the scene with the detectives and his mistress, and afterwards by a little encounter with the guards at the gate. He probably fears even me at present, thinking that I may hand him over to the authorities, and so injure Laure. These natives have some of the wisdom supposed to be bestowed only upon their masters.”
“What will you do with the gem?”
“I have telegraphed to Kimberley to find if Donald Laure is there. The disappearance of Bela with the diamond may cause Donald to change his plans.”
As they sat talking a telegram was brought in by Margaret. Its contents follow:
“Donald Laure and wife have left Kimberley for England.”
The doctor sat thinking with a puzzled expression on his countenance.