Full ten minutes passed, and then Margaret, the maid, came herself to the drawing-room door, begged pardon for her intrusion, and asked to speak with Lady Belgrade. Lady Belgrade went out to her. "What is it? The time is up! This delay is perfectly disgraceful. They will never be able to catch the tidal train now--never!" said her ladyship in a displeased tone. "If you please, my lady, I am afraid something has happened," said the girl, in a frightened tone. "What do you mean?" inquired the dowager, sharply. "If you please, my lady, I went up and found all the doors leading from the corridor into her grace's suite of apartments locked fast. I knocked and called, at first softly, then loudly, but received no answer. I listened, my lady, but I heard no sound nor motion in the rooms." "I will go up myself," said Lady Belgrade, uneasily. And she hurried, as fast as her age and her size would permit, to the part of the house comprising the apartments of the duchess. Three doors opened from the corridor, relatively, into the boudoir, bed-room, and dressing-room, which were also connected by communicating doors within. Lady Belgrade rapped and called at each in succession, but in vain. There was no response. "She has fainted in her room! That is what has happened! This day of fatigue and excitement has been too much for her, in the delicate state of her health. Every one noticed how ill she looked when she came up stairs. Margaret, there is a back door, you are aware, leading from your lady's bath-room down to the flower garden. Go around and go up the back stairs and see if that door is open--if so, enter the rooms by it and open this," said her ladyship, never ceasing, while she talked, to rap at and shake the door at which she stood. Margaret flew to obey, and made such good haste, that in about two minutes she was heard within the rooms hurrying to open the closed door. In two seconds bolts were withdrawn, keys turned, and the door was opened. "How is she?" quickly demanded the dowager, as she stepped into the dressing-room. "My lady, I haven't seen her grace. If you please, perhaps she is in her chamber," replied the maid. Lady Belgrade bustled into the bed-room, looking all around for the bride, then into the boudoir, calling on her name. "Salome! Salome, my dear! Where are you?" No answer; all in the luxurious rooms still and silent as the grave. "This is very strange! She _may_ be in the garden," said her ladyship, passing quickly into the bath-room, and descending the stairs that led directly into a small flower-garden enclosed by high walls. The garden was now dead and sear in the late October frost. No sign of the missing girl was there.