Not a curl of her stiff gray hair was disarranged; nothing about the impenetrable woman betrayed that she had been watching through the night.
"Has Mr.Jago not returned ?" I asked.
Miss Meadowcroft slowly shook her head, and frowned at me.
"We are in the hands of Providence, Mr.Lefrank.

Mr.Jago must have been detained for the night at Narrabee." The daily routine of the meals resumed its unalterable course.
Breakfast-time came, and dinner-time came, and no John Jago darkened the doors of Morwick Farm.

Mr.Meadowcroft and his daughter consulted together, and determined to send in search of the missing man.

One of the more intelligent of the laborers was dispatched to Narrabee to make inquiries.
The man returned late in the evening, bringing startling news to the farm.

He had visited all the inns, and all the places of business resort in Narrabee; he had made endless inquiries in every direction, with this result--no one had set eyes on John Jago.