Penny observed Mrs. Kippenberg talking with one of the ushers. Even from a distance it was apparent that the woman had lost her poise. Her hands fluttered nervously as she conferred with the young man and a worried frown puckered her eyebrows.
“Something seems to be wrong,” said Penny. “I wonder what is causing the delay?”
Before Salt could reply, the usher crossed the lawn, and came directly toward them. Penny and Salt instantly were on guard, thinking that he had been sent by Mrs. Kippenberg to eject them from the grounds. But although the young man paused, he did not look squarely at them.
“Have you seen Mr. Atherwald anywhere?” he questioned.
“The bridegroom?” Salt asked in astonishment. “What’s the matter? Is he missing?”
“Oh, no, sir,” the young man returned stiffly. “Certainly not. He merely went away for a moment.”
“Mr. Atherwald came over on the same boat with us,” Penny volunteered.
“And did you see him enter the house?”
“No, he spoke to one of the servants and then went toward the garden.”
“Did you notice which path he took?”