think he expected some one with you. Are you alone?'

'Yes--no, no!' and Arthur's voice indicated growing alarm and uneasiness
as he looked rapidly around him, 'Where is she? Didn't you see her? She
was with me all the way. Surely she got off when I did. Where can she
have gone?'

He was greatly excited, and kept peering through the darkness as he
talked; while John, a good deal puzzled, looked curiously at him, as if
uncertain whether he were in his right mind or not.

'Was there some one with you in the car?' he asked.

'Yes, in the car, and in New York, and on the ship. She was with me all
the way,' Mr. Tracy replied. 'It is strange where she is now. Did no one
alight from the train when I did?'

'No one,' John answered, more puzzled than ever.... 'I was looking for
you, and there was no one else. She may have fallen asleep and been
carried by.'

'Yes, probably that is it,' Mr. Tracy said, more cheerfully, 'she was
asleep and carried by. She will come back to-morrow.'

He seemed quite content with this solution of the mystery, and began to
talk of his luggage, which lay upon the platform--a pile so immense that
John looked at it in some alarm, knowing that the carriage could never
take it all.

'Eight trunks, two portmanteaus, and a hat-box!' he said, aloud,