She rang for Suzette, the maid who
waited upon Beatrice, and told her to call her young mistress.
She stood at her writing table, arranging some letters, when the
maid returned. Lady Helena looked at her in utter wonder--the
girl's face was pale and scared.
"My lady," she said, "will you please come here? You are wanted
very particularly."
Lady Helena, without speaking to either of the gentlemen, went to
the door where the girl stood.
"What is it, Suzette?" she asked. "What is the matter?"
"For mercy's sake, my lady," replied the maid, "come upstairs. I
I can not find Miss Beatrice--she is not in her room;" and the
girl trembled violently or Lady Helena would have smiled at her
terror.
"She is probably with Miss Lillian," she said. "Why make such a
mystery, Suzette?"
"She is not there, my lady; I can not find her," was the answer.
"She may have gone out into the garden or the grounds," said Lady
Helena.
"My lady," Suzette whispered, and her frightened face grew
deathly pale, "her bed has not been slept in; nothing is touched
in her room; she has not been in it all night.
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