Ross Powell did not know how to believe them. Had he not met her coming out of their grounds, loaded with their rare flowers? He asked himself what interest these rich people had in deceiving him about Laurel Vane. While he puzzled over the question a sudden solution presented itself to his mind. She must be figuring under an assumed name. These rich Le Roys could have had no interest in deceiving him about humble little Laurel Vane. He did not know how nearly his chance conjecture had hit the mark. But his suspicions made him all the more eager to get away and seek for her. If she had really been clever enough to hide herself under a fictitious name, she would be all the harder to find. The difficulty only made him more zealous in pursuit. He assumed an air of polite regret, and began to pave his way to departure. "I am afraid I cannot await Miss Gordon's return any longer this evening, as I have a friend waiting for me at the hotel," he said. "But indeed there is no real necessity that I should see her at all beyond the pleasure her father would experience in hearing that I had done so. I will call again in the morning, and perhaps find her at home. In the meantime," he drew two letters and a small package from his breast, "I am the bearer of a letter to you, Mrs. Le Roy, and one for Miss Gordon, with this packet and her father's love. I shall be pleased to receive your answer in the morning before I return to New York." He presented them and bowed himself out, so eager to find Laurel Vane that he gave scarcely a thought to Miss Gordon's defection. The deepening twilight fell, and still neither Clarice nor her mistress returned. Mrs. Le Roy began to feel some little anxiety. "She never stayed out like this before," she said to St. Leon. "Can she have eluded us, and eloped with her lover? I am afraid I have allowed her too much liberty. What do you think, St. Leon?" There was a gloomy flash in his eyes, but before he could speak Clarice came running in, breathless and eager, with genuine alarm on her face. "Has he gone?" she gasped. "An hour ago," said Mrs. Le Roy. "Where is Miss Gordon, Clarice?" "Oh, Mrs. Le Roy, I cannot find her anywhere," gasped the girl, in a frightened tone. CHAPTER XIII. There was genuine alarm on the maid's pretty, intelligent face. Mrs. Le Roy was startled. "Have you been all over the grounds? Are you sure you have looked everywhere?" she cried. "Oh, ma'am, I do not think I have missed a single spot," cried Clarice, wringing her hands. "I have been all over Eden. I have been out into the road, and along the river bank. I am afraid she has thrown herself into the water!" St. Leon looked at her with his piercing dark eyes. "Why should she do that?" he asked her, sharply. "Oh, sir, surely you know she was very unhappy," she faltered. "About her lover?" asked Mrs. Le Roy. "Ye--es, madam," faltered the maid, weakly.