She arose and called the desk clerk. He was sorry, but he could get no response from de Rochelle’s rooms, in spite of his efforts to do so. Mechanically Sana dressed, walking about the room without intention or aim. It was a little after six when she again entered de Rochelle’s room. It was still unoccupied--unoccupied, but yet tenanted with an almost tangible shadow--the presence of silence. The thought that de Rochelle had deliberately deserted her did not enter Sana’s mind for quite a time. When it did, it tended to clear her brain, lend calmness to her being. She made a brave attempt to figure it out, saying to herself, “What for? And if so, what will become of me? What shall I do in this strange city?” And her thoughts went back to Paris and her childhood days, when she had someone to watch over her and guide her footsteps. Sana realized her helplessness. She was alone. Dear as she was, her friend Mrs. O’Brien could not help her, nor could she help solve the mystery of de Rochelle’s absence. So she looked around the rooms once more and left. In a trembling voice, she questioned the desk clerk, “Have you had any word from Mr. de Rochelle?” The clerk was perusing the morning paper as she put the question to him. He started violently, gazed intently into her face, then back at the paper. Finally he said “de Rochelle? Is this the de Rochelle you mean?” And with a pencil he marked a column in the paper and handed it to her. Her worst fears were more than realized as she read the tragic headlines: BRIDGE JUMPER SUCCEEDS FRANÇOIS DE ROCHELLE of SAHARA DEVELOPMENT ORGANIZATION DROWNED LAST NIGHT IN EAST RIVER NEAR QUEENSBOROUGH BRIDGE ADDRESS UNKNOWN Boys playing on the water front last night discovered a man’s body floating toward the shore and with the help of a policeman it was soon recovered. The face was greatly disfigured, due to his striking the bridge pilaster. The body was removed to the morgue.... Sana grew pale. Great tears forced themselves from the deep seas of her eyes and the paper, falling from her limp grasp fluttered to the floor. The clerk, noticing this, hastily walked from behind his desk and reached Sana just in time to catch her as she fell in a dead faint. A small crowd of early hotel guests soon gathered about Sana. Among them was the hotel doctor, who ordered that the girl be at once taken to her room. A nurse was summoned and with her aid the physician soon revived Sana. Quiet and rest, he said, were all that would be required to restore the weakened girl to a normal condition. That morning, Mrs. O’Brien, breakfasting with her husband, read of the drowned man in the paper. Believing that Dr. White had been implicated in some foul play, she at once sought him out. Yes, he had read of it, but was as much puzzled as she.