has this moment run away from her aunt."

"I have nothing to converse with you about," Count Roumovski
returned, with mild surprise. "And, as I see it is four o'clock, I
must wish you a good-day, as I have an appointment," with which he
rose quietly before the other could prevent him, and crossed the
broad path of carpet which separates the groups of chairs, and
there was seen to enter into earnest conversation with a Russian-
looking individual who had just entered.

The Reverend Mr. Medlicott was nonplussed, and hurried into the
front vestibule, where he made rapid inquiries of the hall-porter.

Yes--the young lady, he believed, had walked out of the hotel not
two minutes before. Monsieur would overtake her certainly, if he
hastened. And the frantic young man rushed from the door, through
the porte cochere, and so to the street, but all he saw in the far
distance was a retreating large, blue automobile--and this
conveyed among all the rest of the traffic no impression whatever.

To search for Stella was hopeless; the only thing to do was to
return to the Ebleys, and with them go to the Embassy. There they
could, perhaps, get advice and help how to communicate with the
police.

But what an ignominious position for a Bishop's junior chaplain to
be placed in, a humiliation in every way!