“Of course it is! I shall never sleep again till I find her!”
They passed out, and Sir Norman this time took the precaution of turning the key, thereby fulfilling the adage of locking the stable-door when the steed was stolen. The night had grown darker and hotter; and as they walked along, the clock of St. Paul's tolled nine.
“And now, where shall we go?” inquired Sir Norman, as they rapidly hurried on.
“I should recommend visiting the house we found her first; if not there, then we can try the pest-house.”
Sir Norman shuddered.
“Heaven forefend she should be there! It is the most mysterious thing ever I heard of!”
“What do you think now of La Masque's prediction—dare you doubt still?”
“Ormiston, I don't know what to think. It is the same face I saw, and yet—”
“Well—and yet—”
“I can't tell you—I am fairly bewildered. If we don't find the lady at her own house, I have half a mind to apply to your friend, La Masque, again.”