"Oh, I don't care!" she cried again wildly, "you're safe! Oh, John, I—" She caught the look in Astry's eyes. "Johnstone, who was it? Who's missing?"
He swung around, averting his face. "No one. I'll see—Charter, take her into the library."
But Rachel caught his arm. "I know—it's Belhaven!"
"I'll go right out, Rachel; he'll be all right!" he tried to put her off.
But Charter took her gently away. "Come," he said firmly, "you've got to get warm. We're going to look at once; nothing but a fall in snow at the worst, and very likely you were mistaken."
"No—no! I saw him. Johnstone, get a lantern; I'll show you where I think it was."
Astry had already called the man from the hall and in a moment there were lights on the terrace.
"Don't come, Rachel, but tell me,—the snow's drifted,—which way?"
"I'll go—"
"No," Charter held her firmly, "this will kill you, you'll have to stay here; tell us the way."