The castle was deserted--Marion was gone! He ran back into the great room, no longer trying to still the sound of his footsteps, and opened a second door.

The same silence greeted him, the same disorder, the same evidence that the wives and children of the Mormon king had fled.

He went into a third room--and then a fourth.
For an instant he paused at the threshold of this fourth chamber.

A light was burning in the room at the end of the hall.

The door was closed with the exception of an inch or two.
"Marion!" he called softly, and listened intently.
He went on when there was no reply, and pushed open the door.
A candle was burning on a stand in front of a mirror.