Litchfield enquirer., 1869-06-24
Lord Adlowe stood in the door-vay,,

Lord Adlowe stood in the doorway, watching him intently.
 The pretty lace frilled pillows were plump and round, the white satin bed spread smooth and straight. No form lay within the dainty. perfumed sheets; no im- press of figure was visible anywhere.
 How strangep' muttered the father. Where can Beatrice be? she must De in her bathroom.
 ! He knocked at the door of the bath room. No one answered. He looked in. No one was there.
 ssNot here!" exclaimed the Earl, in com plete astonishment "Her doors are all locked, to give the impression that she IS here. She must have quilted the house: But where could she have gone? And when And howl"
 He went to her wardrobe and closets, but the bonnets, shawls and mantles of the Lady Beatrice were all there. He knew we'll the various articles of his daughters wrappings, but not shawl or cloak that he had ever seen her wear was mis- sing.
 The only evidence that threw any light on the subject was the discovery of the dress she had worn at dinner. The crim- son velvet robe lay in heap on the hoor. of a closet as if it had been hurriedly cast there.
 Lord Hampton renewed his search. look ing everywhere, but in vain.
 The fact was incontrovertible-t Lady Beatrice was gone!
 s'This, then," said the unhappy father, s.is the secret of my daughters mysterious seclusions! She pretends to be shut up when she is in reality elsewhere. I com prehend now why she always refuses to employ maid! The mystery is deeper than ever Where is she? Why has she gone out so secretly? How did she go un- seen?" H
 He groaned in the anguish of his heart.
 Lord Adlowe still standing in the door way looked as if great good fortune had fallen to him.
 He had gained clue-simple and frail- but still clue to the mystery enveloping Lord Hampton's daughter.
 The Earl struggled with his emotions, gained fictitious calmness, and slowly re- turned to the dressing room. He found the guest standing near the door, evident ly waiting the signal for departure.
 Beatrice is not injured, Adlowe," he said quietly, not lifting his gaze. ''She will not return to us this evening. Let us go down."
 He secured the door so that it could not be opened by any prying servant. and they both went down stairs to the draw ing-room.
 Lord Adlowe thought it was not best to prolong his visit. and took his leave.
 ''The Hampton mystery deepens," he mnttered as he descended the steps oi Hampton House, setting out for the hotel at which he was temporarily stopping. ''It is no vulgar and degraded habit that en- slaves the lady Beatrice-no opium-eating, nothing of that kind. She's gone, and for years has been in the habit of absenting herself in this strange manner. Where does she go? Can it be that Godfrey is living, and she meets him elsewhere, thus living double life. as so long ago sus- pected? I must resolve these horrible questions. must watch-hire detective give up my whole soul to this inquiry. must discover something that will force her to marry me!'
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