"Who said it was unavailing!" "You did!--or, at least, I inferred as much." "I'm not responsible for your inferences." "What are you responsible for?" asked Macloud. "Nothing! Nothing!--not even for my resolution--I haven't any--I can't make any that holds. I'm worse than a weather-cock. Common sense bids me go. Desire clamors for me to stay--to hasten over to Ashburton--to put it to the test. When I get to Ashburton, common sense will be in control. When I come away, desire will tug me back, again--and so on, and so on--and so on." "You're in a bad way!" laughed Macloud. "You need a cock-tail, instead of a weather-cock. Come on! if we are to dine at the Carringtons' at seven, we would better be moving. Having thrown the blue funk, usual to a man in your position, you'll now settle down to business." "To be or not to be?" "Let future events determine--take it as it comes," Macloud urged. "Sage advice!" returned Croyden mockingly. "If I let future events decide for me, the end's already fixed." The big clock on the landing was chiming seven when they rang the bell at Ashburton and the maid ushered them into the drawing-room. Mrs. Carrington was out of town, visiting in an adjoining county, and the Captain had not appeared. He came down stairs a moment later, and took Macloud and Croyden over to the library. After about a quarter of an hour, he glanced at his watch a trifle impatiently.--Another fifteen minutes, and he glanced at it again. "Caroline!" he called, as the maid passed the door. "Go up to Miss Davila's room and tell her it's half-after-seven." Then he continued with the story he was relating. Presently, the maid returned; the Captain looked at her, interrogatingly. "Mis' Davila, she ain' deah, no seh," said the girl. "She is probably in Miss Cavendish's room,--look, there, for her," the Captain directed. "No, seh! I looks dyar--she ain' no place up stairs, and neither is Mis' Cav'dish, seh. Hit's all dark, in dey rooms, seh, all dark." "Very singular," said the Captain. "Half-after-seven, and not here?" "They were here, two hours ago," said Croyden. "We had tea with them." "Find out from the other servants whether they left any word." "Dey didn', seh! no, seh! I ax'd dem, seh!" "Very singular, indeed! excuse me, sirs, I'll try to locate them." He went to the telephone, and called up the Lashiels, the Tilghmans, the Tayloes, and all their neighbors and intimates, only to receive the same answer: "They were not there, and hadn't been there that afternoon." "This is amazing, sirs!" he exclaimed. "I will go up myself and see." "We are at your service, Captain Carrington," said Macloud instantly.--"At your service for anything we can do." "They knew, of course, you were expected for dinner?" he asked, as he led the way upstairs.--"I can't account for it."