CHAPTER XLIII
THE HONOUR OF A SPANIARD
MRS. JACK saw the answer in my eyes before speech came, and staggered back against the wall.
“No,” I said “Why do you ask?”
“She is not here! Then there is something wrong; she was not in her room this morning!”
This morning! The words set my thoughts working. I looked at my watch; it was past ten o’clock. In a dazed kind of way I heard Mrs. Jack go on.
“I did not say a word to any of the servants at first, for I didn’t want to set them talking. I went all over the house myself. Her bed had not been slept in; I pulled the clothes off it and threw them on again roughly so that the maid might not suspect. Then I asked quietly if any of the maids had seen her; but none had. So I said as quietly as I could that she must have gone out for an early wa
