New search was made--gold was lavished.
Maltravers himself headed the search in person.

But all came to the same result as before, save that by the descriptions he heard of the person--the dress--the tears, of the young female who had accompanied the men supposed to be Darvil and Walters, he was satisfied that Alice yet lived; he hoped she might yet escape and return.

In that hope he lingered for weeks--for months, in the neighbourhood; but time passed and no tidings....

He was forced at length to quit a neighbourhood at once so saddened and endeared.

But he secured a friend in the magistrate, who promised to communicate with him if Alice returned, or her father was discovered.