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〃I heard a noise and I came out；〃 answered the diplomatist； and his face was too dark in the shadow for its expression to be read。
〃It was Bulmer's voice；〃 insisted Fisher。 〃I'll swear it was Bulmer's voice。〃
〃Did you know him well？〃 asked the other。
The question seemed irrelevant； though it was not illogical； and Fisher could only answer in a； random fashion that he knew Lord Bulmer only slightly。
〃Nobody seems to have known him well；〃 continued the Italian； in level tones。 〃Nobody except that man Brain。 Brain is rather older than Bulmer； but I fancy they shared a good many secrets。〃
Fisher moved abruptly； as if waking from a momentary trance； and said； in a new and more vigorous voice； 〃But look here； hadn't we better get outside and see if anything has happened。〃
〃The ice seems to be thawing；〃 said the other； almost with indifference。
When they emerged from the house； dark stains and stars in the gray field of ice did indeed indicate that the frost was breaking up； as their host had prophesied the day before； and the very memory of yesterday brought back the mystery of to…day。
〃He knew there would be a thaw；〃 observed the prince。 〃He went out skating quite early on purpose。 Did he call out because he landed in the water； do you think？〃
Fisher looked puzzled。 〃Bulmer was the last man to bellow like that because he got his boots wet。 And that's all he could do here； the water would hardly come up to the calf of a man of his size。 You can see the flat weeds on the floor of the lake； as if it were through a thin pane of glass。 No； if Bulmer had only broken the ice he wouldn't have said much at the moment； though possibly a good deal afterward。 We should have found him stamping and damning up and down this path； and calling for clean boots。〃
〃Let us hope we shall find him as happily employed；〃 remarked the diplomatist。 〃In that case the voice must have come out of the wood。〃
〃I'll swear it didn't come out of the house；〃 said Fisher； and the two disappeared together into the twilight of wintry trees。
The plantation stood dark against the fiery colors of sunrise； a black fringe having that feathery appearance which makes trees when they are bare the very reverse of rugged。 Hours and hours afterward； when the same dense； but delicate； margin was dark against the greenish colors opposite the sunset； the search thus begun at sunrise had not come to an end。 By successive stages； and to slowly gathering groups of the company； it became apparent that the most extraordinary of all gaps had appeared in the party； the guests could find no trace of their host anywhere。 The servants reported that his bed had been slept in and his skates and his fancy costume were gone； as if he had risen early for the purpose he had himself avowed。 But from the top of the house to the bottom； from the walls round the park to the pond in the center； there was no trace of Lord Bulmer； dead or alive。 Horne Fisher realized that a chilling premonition had already prevented him from expecting to find the man alive。 But his bald brow was wrinkled over an entirely new and unnatural problem； in not finding the man at all。
He considered the possibility of Bulmer having gone off of his own accord； for some reason； but after fully weighing it he finally dismissed it。 It was inconsistent with the unmistakable voice heard at daybreak； and with many other practical obstacles。 There was only one gateway in the ancient and lofty wall round the small park； the lodge keeper kept it locked till late in the morning； and the lodge keeper had seen no one pass。 Fisher was fairly sure that he had before him a mathematical problem in an inclosed space。 His instinct had been from the first so attuned to the tragedy that it would have been almost a relief to him to find the corpse。 He would have been grieved； but not horrified； to come on the nobleman's body dangling from one of his own trees as from a gibbet； or floating in his own pool like a pallid weed。 What horrified him was to find nothing。
He soon become conscious that he was not alone even in his most individual and isolated experiments。 He often found a figure following him like his shadow； in silent and almost secret clearings in the plantation or outlying nooks and corners of the old wall。 The dark…mustached mouth was as mute as the deep eyes were mobile； darting incessantly hither and thither； but it was clear that Brain of the Indian police had taken up the trail like an old hunter after a tiger。 Seeing that he was the only personal friend of the vanished man； this seemed natural enough； and Fisher resolved to deal frankly with him。
〃This silence is rather a social strain；〃 he said。 〃May I break the ice by talking about the weather？which； by the way； has already broken the ice。 I know that breaking the ice might be a rather melancholy metaphor in this case。〃
〃I don't think so；〃 replied Brain； shortly。 〃I don't fancy the ice had much to do with it。 I don't see how it could。〃
〃What would you propose doing？〃 asked Fisher。
〃Well； we've sent for the authorities； of course； but I hope to find something out before they come；〃 replied the Anglo…Indian。 〃I can't say I have much hope from police methods in this country。 Too much red tape； habeas corpus and that sort of thing。 What we want is to see that nobody bolts； the nearest we could get to it would be to collect the company and count them； so to speak。 Nobody's left lately； except that lawyer who was poking about for antiquities。〃
〃Oh； he's out of it； he left last night；〃 answered the other。 〃Eight hours after Bulmer's chauffeur saw his lawyer off by the train I heard Bulmer's own voice as plain as I hear yours now。〃
〃I suppose you don't believe in spirits？〃 said the man from India。 After a pause he added： 〃There's somebody else I should like to find； before we go after a fellow with an alibi in the Inner Temple。 What's become of that fellow in greenthe architect dressed up as a forester？ I haven't seem him about。〃
Mr。 Brain managed to secure his assembly of all the distracted company before the arrival of the police。 But when he first began to coment once more on the young architect's delay in putting in an appearance； he found himself in the presence of a minor mystery； and a psychological development of an entirely unexpected kind。
Juliet Bray had confronted the catastrophe of her brother's disappearance with a somber stoicism in which there was； perhaps； more paralysis than pain； but when the other question came to the surface she was both agitated and angry。
〃We don't want to jump to any conclusions about anybody；〃 Brain was saying in his staccato style。 〃But we should like to know a little more about Mr。 Crane。 Nobody seems to know much about him； or where he comes from。 And it seems a sort of coincidence that yesterday he actually crossed swords with poor Bulmer； and could have stuck him； too； since he showed himself the better swordsman。 Of course； that may be an accident and couldn't possibly be called a case against anybody； but then we haven't the means to make a real case against anybody。 Till the police come we are only a pack of very amateur sleuthhounds。〃
〃And I think you're a pack of snobs；〃 s