I wish he were here to-day." The girl's face wore a troubled expression.

Jeanne began to suspect that she had not as yet come to the real object of this interview.
"Why do you wish that Mr.Andrew were here ?" Jeanne asked.

"What could he do for you that Mr.Cecil could not ?" A strange look filled the girl's eyes.
"I think," she said, "that I would not go to Mr.Cecil whatever might betide, but there is a matter--" She hesitated again.

Jeanne looked at her thoughtfully.
"You have something on your mind, I think, Miss Caynsard," she said.
"Can I help you?
Do you wish to tell me about it ?" The girl seemed to have made up her mind.

She was standing quite close to Jeanne now, and she spoke without hesitation.
"You remember the young lord," she said, "of whom there has been so much in the papers lately?
He was staying at the Red Hall when you were, and is supposed to have left for London early one morning and disappeared." "Lord Ronald Engleton," Jeanne said.