"No. The men have just told me they don't know where to look for him. They have searched everywhere. It seems strange where he can have got to." Blase Pellet, standing before the table, waiting for the drugs, caught Frank's eye as the last words were spoken. A meaning look shot out from Pellet, and Frank Raynor's gaze fell as he met it. It plainly said, "_You_ know where he is:" or it seemed so to Frank's guilty conscience. "The fellow must have seen all!" thought Frank. "What on earth will come of it?" Some one pushed back the half-open door, and stepped in with a quick gait and rather a sharp tongue: sharp, at least, this afternoon. Dame Bell: in her Sunday Paisley shawl, and green strings to her bonnet. "If you please, Dr. Raynor--I beg pardon, gentlefolk"--catching sight of the clergyman--"if you please, doctor, could you give me some little thing to quiet Rosaline's nerves. She heard the Seven Whistlers last night, and they have frightened her out of her senses." "Heard the Seven Whistlers!" repeated the clergyman, a hearty smile crossing his face. "She did, sir. And pretty nearly died of it. I'm sure last night I thought she would have died. I'd never have supposed Rosaline could be so foolish. But there; it is so; and to-day she's just like one dazed. Not an atom of colour in her face; cowed down so as hardly to be able to put one foot before the other; and every other minute has a fit of the shivers." To hear this astounding account of the hitherto gay, light-hearted, and self-contained Rosaline Bell, surprised the surgery not a little. Dr. Raynor naturally asked for further particulars; and Dame Bell plunged into the history of the previous night, and went through with it. "Yes, gentlefolk, those were her very words--almost all we could get out of her: 'Father heard them and they boded death.' I----" "But you should have tried to reason her out of such nonsense," interrupted Dr. Raynor. "_Me_ tried!" retorted Dame Bell, resenting the words. "Why, sir, it is what I did do. Me and Nancy Tomson both tried our best; but all she answered was just what I now tell you: 'Father heard the Whistlers, and they boded death.'" Mr. Blase Pellet, standing with the small packet of drugs in his hand, ready to depart, but apparently unable to tear himself away, glanced up at Frank with the last words, and again momentarily met his eye. A slight shivering passed through Frank--caught perhaps from hearing of Rosaline's shiverings--and he bent his face over a deep drawer, where it could not be seen; as if searching for something missing. "Well, it is a pity Rosaline should suffer herself to be alarmed by anything of the sort," observed Dr. Raynor; "but I will send her a composing draught. Are you going home now, Mrs. Bell?"