"I left him in the courtyard last evening to finish his cigar, and he said he would meet us in the garden after breakfast.

I am sure he had no intention of going away.

And for the honor of American travellers his account here must be taken care of." "One thing is singular," observed Beth, calmly.

"There has been no train since last you saw him.

If Count Ferralti has left the hotel, where could he be ?" The portiere brightened.
"_Gia s'intende!_" he exclaimed, "he must still be in Taormina--doubtless at some other hotel." "Will you send and find out ?" asked Louise.
"I will go myself, and at once," he answered.