when she unfortunately took that cold which
resulted in her death. Dr. Fisher did not
attend Mrs. Rivière's funeral. He believed that
Miss Rivière and Mr. Forsyth were the only
mourners. He had never had the pleasure of
meeting Mr. Forsyth, but he had heard both
Mrs. and Miss Rivière make frequent reference
to him, as a friend to whom they were bound by
many ties of gratitude and regard. Miss Rivière,
he believed, was well. He had called upon
her in the morning of the day following that on
which her mother was buried; but not since.
Her present address was Beulah Villa, Sydenham.
He regretted that he had no further
information to offer; protested that he was
entirely at his visitor's service; and wished him
a gracious "good morning."

Ushered out again by the solemn lacquey,
Saxon pushed on at once to Sydenham.

Beulah Villa proved to be one of a series of
semi-detached houses in a quiet side-road
overlooking some fields, about half a mile from the
Crystal Palace. His cab had no sooner pulled
up, however, before the gate, than an ominous
card in the dining-room window prepared him
for a fresh disappointment.

Miss Rivière had left nearly a week ago.

"She went away, sir, the second day after her
poor ma's funeral," explained the good woman of
the house, a cheery, kindly, good-humoured-looking
body, with floury hands and a white apron.
"She couldn't abide the place, pretty dear, after
what had happened."

"If you will be so kind as to oblige me with
Miss Riviere's present address...."

"Well, sir, I'm sorry to say that is just what
I can not do," interrupted the landlady. "Miss
Rivière didn't know it herself—not to be certain
about it."

"But surely something must have been said—
something by which one could form some idea,"
said Saxon. "Do you think she was going
abroad?"

"Oh dear no, sir. She was going to the seaside."

"You are sure of that?"

"Yes, sir—positive."

"And yet is it possible that no one place was
mentioned as being more likely than another?"

"Two or three places were mentioned, sir, but
I took no account of the names of 'em."

"You can at least remember one?"

"No, sir—I can't, indeed."

"Try—pray try. Do you think you could
remember them if I were to repeat the names of
several sea-side places to you?"

His intense earnestness seemed to strike the
woman.

"I am very sorry, sir," she said, " but I have
no more idea of them than the babe unborn,
don't believe I should know them if I was to
hear them—I don't, indeed."

"Did Miss Rivière leave your house—alone?"

"No, sir. Mr. Forsyth went with her."

Saxon almost ground his teeth at that name.

"Mr. Forsyth was very often here, I suppose?"
he said.

"Very often, sir."

"Almost every day?"

The woman looked at him with a mixture of
curiosity and compassion that showed plainly
what she thought of this cross-examination.

"Why, yes, sir," she replied, reluctantly. "I
suppose it was about every day, lately."

The young man thanked her, and turned sadly
away. At the bottom of the steps he paused.

"You do not even know to which railway
terminus they went?" he asked, as a last chance.

She shook her head.

"Indeed, sir, I do not," she answered. "I
wish I did."

"If one could even find the cabman who drove
them..."

The landlady clapped her hands together.

"There, now!" she exclaimed. "Why, to be
sure, they went in one of Davis's flys!"

Saxon bounded up the steps again.

"You dear, good soul!" he said. "Where
shall I find this Davis? Where are his stables?
Where does he live? Tell me quickly."

She told him quickly and clearly—the second
turning to the left, and then up a lane. He
could not miss it. Every one knew Davis's
stables.

He scarcely waited to hear the last words.
Full of hope and excitement, he dashed into his
cab again, and was gone in a moment.

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