Last Friday night his bride-elect disappeared.

She's a very pretty girl, Tasker tells me--wonderfully pretty for one in her position, a work-girl.

Egremont seems to have thought it a pity to let her be wasted.

He's been meeting her secretly for some time--in the library, of all places, whilst the man Grail was at work, poor fellow! And at last he carried her off.

There's no getting on his track, I'm told.