It stood in a secluded, unfrequented spot, and Dorothy thought herself very shrewd in choosing it for a trysting-place.
But as I told you, one day the key was missed.

It was of no value or use, and at first nothing was thought of its loss; but from time to time the fact that it could not be found was spoken of as curious.

All the servants had been questioned in vain, and the loss of the key to Bowling Green Gate soon took on the dignity of a mystery--a mystery soon to be solved, alas! to Dorothy's undoing.
The afternoon of the day following the terrible scene between Sir George and his daughter at the supper table, Dorothy rode forth alone upon her mare Dolcy.

From the window of my room in Eagle Tower I saw her go down the west side of the Wye toward Rowsley.

I ascended to the roof of the tower, and from that elevation I saw her cross the river, and soon she was lost to sight in the forest.