"All right," said Randal. "Where is she?"
"In your study," replied Dick, leading the way. It was an hour since he had left her and he was anxious to rouse the girl from her depression.
He opened the door, entered quickly, and stopped.
"Good God, she's gone!" he exclaimed.
"What d'you mean?" asked Randal.
"I left her here about an hour ago," said Dick. "She's not come out this way. There's something wrong."
"My dear boy, don't excite yourself," said his brother. "Here's the french-window. I expect she's out there."
"With bare shoulders and thin dress? It's been raining like hell since ten o'clock. I tell you there's something wrong," said Dick, taking one stride to the table, and lifting the lamp above his head. He glanced swiftly round the room.
"Look at your safe," he said.
Randal, impressed by his brother's tone, went quickly to the alcove, between whose looped curtains showed the green door of a safe embedded in the wall. Before he touched it,