She went to the old-fashioned cupboard and examined the contents of the drawers and looked into a cigar-box which stood open upon the top.

She went into her father's bedroom and looked through everything, which did not take long, since the room had little left in it.

She went into the living-room, also depressingly dusty and forlorn, but try as she would to think of some article that might have been left there and was now wanted by some one, she could imagine no reason whatever for that nocturnal visit.

At the same time, there must have been a reason.

Men of that country did not ride abroad during the still hours of the night just for the love of riding.