“Bill, wake up! Oh, do wake up!”

It was an urgent whisper she sent forth, but there came no response to it.

“Bill,” breathed Bundle.

Impatiently she switched on the lights, and then stood dumbfounded.

The room was empty, and the bed had not even been slept in.

Where then was Bill?

Suddenly she caught her breath. This was not Bill’s room. The dainty negligee thrown over a chair, the feminine knickknacks on the dressing-table, the black velvet evening dress thrown carelessly over a chair⁠ ⁠… Of course, in her haste she had mistaken the doors. This was the Countess Radzky’s room.

But where, oh where, was the countess?