The veins swelled out hard and full on his forehead—a gleam of baffled rage leaped into his eyes.
He sprang to the closet, throwing wide the door.
It was empty.
"She may have gone to the toilet-room," he muttered, grasping at this straw of hope.
He dashed across the hall and rapped upon the door.
But he met with no response.
He entered. The place was empty.
Back into the south chamber he sprang again, and began to search for Edith's hats and wraps.
Not an article of her clothing was visible.