she was about."

"Sister Beata and I have gone to each house," said Mr. Flight.

"When did you say you saw her last?"

"I saw her when we were grouped," said Paula; "Sister Mena, when she
was helping him to put up his photos."

"The strange thing is," said Mr. Flight, "though no doubt it will be
explained, that Delrio is missing too."

"Hubert Delrio!" exclaimed Agatha. "Impossible! He must have taken
her into the church to be out of the storm."

"We have tried," said the clergyman. And as the round of suggestions
began to be despairingly reiterated, he said, hesitating, "Miss Mohun
told me that she thought she had seen a boat, Captain Henderson's,
she believed, in the cave with some one rocking in it; and certainly
that little boat was there, when on the hope, if it can be called a
hope, I ran down the steps to look."

"Would it not have been put into the boathouse out of the rain?" said
Agatha.

"The gardener was gone home, out of reach round the point, but we
shall know to-morrow."

"He thinks they may have rowed out and been caught in the storm,"
cried Paula, bursting into fresh weeping; and Magdalen saw the