"Yes, call him," said the Resident; "he was seen with her last, and may know where she went." VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER THREE. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. All Mrs Bolter's dislike to Helen vanished now that there was trouble on the way; and dressing hastily, she ran across the little bamboo landing to knock at her brother's door, but without receiving any answer, and knocking again sharply, she ran back to her own room to continue dressing. She threw open the window to admit a few breaths of fresher air, and in the silence of the night she could hear the receding steps of their late visitors. Then turning sharply she found Dr Bolter yawning fearfully. "Don't be so unfeeling, Henry!" she cried; "who knows what may have happened?" "Unfeeling be hanged!" he said, tetchily. "I only yawned." "And very rudely, Henry. You did not place your hand before your mouth." "A yawn, Mrs Bolter," he said didactically, "is the natural effort made for ridding the system--" "Of the effects of too much smoking and drinking," said Mrs Doctor, quickly. "There, do make haste and dress, and then call Arthur again. He does not seem to be moving. How soundly he sleeps. He did not hear us when we came home or he would have spoken." "Oh, dear!" yawned the doctor. "I was just in my beauty sleep, and this calling me up is the heigh--hey--ho--ha--hum! Oh! dear me! I beg your pardon, my dear." "Are you nearly ready, Henry?" said the lady, who would not notice the last most portentous yawn. "Where the--" "Henry!" "I mean where are my studs? Oh! all right." "Go and see if Arthur is awake, and tell him to get up directly." The doctor went slowly and sleepily out of the door, fumbling with his studs the while; and without pausing to knock, walked straight into his brother-in-law's room. "Here, Arthur, old man, rouse up!" he cried. "We're going on to--hullo! Here, Mary, he hasn't been to bed!" he shouted. "Not been to bed!" cried the little lady. "Why, Arthur, you foolish--" "He isn't here, my dear," said the doctor. "But--but he was here when we came back, was he not?" said Mrs Bolter. "I don't know; I only knocked at his door. I was too sleepy to speak, my dear." "Oh! Henry," exclaimed Mrs Bolter, excitedly, "something must have happened, or dear Arthur would not have stopped away like this." "I--I hope not," said the doctor. "There, be calm, my dear; we know nothing yet." "Yes--yes, I will be calm," said the little lady, fighting hard to master her excitement; "but, Henry, if we have brought my poor brother over here to be the victim of some terrible accident, I shall never forgive myself." "Oh, stuff--stuff!" cried the doctor, as they looked round the room to find that the bed had not been touched. "Don't jump at conclusions. What did Harley say?" "That Arthur was seen last with Helen Perowne--in the garden, I suppose."