'I am not mistaken,' thought Goring. 'Can that rascally groom, in the interests of his master, have been deceiving me?' As he had no reason for doubting that the waiter was correct in his statistics, he felt doubt and anger rise in his heart at the anticipation of trouble and difficulty; for if this fellow Gaskins had recognised and deceived him he would at once sound an alarm. 'Have you heard of an English milord in Antwerp called Milord Cadbury?' 'No, monsieur. There are many hotels; he may be in one.' 'Have you a visitors' list in Antwerp?' 'No, monsieur; but here is the Brussels English newspaper, which may contain what monsieur wants.' It was and is a weekly periodical, which gives the names of all visitors to the Belgian capital and its adjacent cities and towns, and after a brief search Goring found the names of 'Lord Cadbury, Sir Ranald Cheyne, and Miss Cheyne,' as being located at the Hôtel St. Antoine. 'Where is that hotel?' 'Close by, monsieur--at the corner of the Place, adjoining the Marché aux Souliers.' 'Thanks, Jacquot,' replied Goring, who began to breathe more freely. 'Now to consider what my plans must be,' he thought. 'I must not be rash, but I must act on the instant, as it is quite on the cards that Cadbury may shift their tents to Brussels or elsewhere.' He twisted his moustache and almost ground his teeth at that idea. '_If_ he does,' thought he, 'and I can ever lay hands on him, I will parade him at daybreak--by heavens I will!--with an officer from the nearest barracks as my second. There is no explicit law against duelling here as at home, so, my Lord Cadbury, I may make your little game a dear one for you in the end. Now, however, to write to Laura Dalton, or shall I telegraph?' Jacquot, who had left the room for a minute, now came in with some perturbation in his face and manner. 'An officer of gendarmes wishes to see you, monsieur, immediately, and has given an order to seize your luggage.' 'To see me--to seize my luggage! What the devil does the fellow mean?' exclaimed Goring, who was prompt enough to ire, as he started up from the table on seeing an officer of gendarmes, with his sword at his side, without salute or moving his cap, bluntly enter the room, while giving an order to some others who were outside. We have said that Bevil Goring had promised to write to Laura Dalton reporting what discoveries he made of the fate of Alison. But day followed day at Chilcote Grange after his departure, and neither letter nor telegram came from him; and Laura, who was really full of anxiety and concern for both amid her own personal causes for serious thought, began to think that he too had disappeared. CHAPTER XV. THE HOTEL ST. ANTOINE. At the very time that Bevil Goring, unconscious of mischief being worked against him, was discussing his cutlets and Chablis at the Hôtel du Parc, Mr. Gaskins was having an interview with his master, Lord Cadbury, at the adjacent Hôtel St. Antoine.