“But he must be somewhere on the grounds,” the matron argued.
“I can’t understand it myself,” the young man replied. “Grant’s disappearance is very mysterious to say the least. Several persons saw him arrive here and everything seemed to be all right.”
“What time is it now?”
“Two thirty-five, Mrs. Kippenberg.”
“So late? Oh, this is dreadful! How can I face them?”
“I know just how you feel,” the young man said with sympathy. “If you wish I will explain to the guests.”
“No, no, this will disgrace us,” Mrs. Kippenberg murmured. “Wait until I have talked with Sylvia.”
She turned suddenly and reached the hall door before Salt could escape. Her eyes blazed with wrath as she faced him.
“So here you are!” she cried furiously. “How dare you disregard my orders? I will have no reporters on the grounds!”
“I’m only a photographer,” Salt said meekly enough. “Sorry to intrude but I’ve been assigned to get a picture of the bride. It won’t take a minute—”