It was some moments before Doctor Angier replied: 

“On such occasions most people take wine freely.  It flows like water, you know.  I don’t think your son indulged more than any one else; indeed, not half so much as some young men I saw there.”

Mr. Voss felt that there was evasion in the answer.

“Archie is young, and not used to wine.  A single glass would be more to him than half a dozen to older men who drink habitually.  Did you see him take wine often?”

“He was in the supper-room for a considerable time.  When I left it, I saw him in the midst of a group of young men and girls, all with glasses of champagne in their hands.”

“How long was this before you saw him go away?”

“Half an hour, perhaps,” replied the doctor.

“Did he go out alone?”

“I believe so.”

Mr. Voss questioned no further, and Doctor Angler, who now understood better the meaning of his patient’s condition, set himself to the work of restoring her to consciousness.  He did not find the task easy.  It was many hours before the almost stilled pulses began beating again with a perceptible stroke, and the quiet chest to give signs of normal respiration.  Happily for the poor mother, thought and feeling were yet bound.

Long before this the police had been aroused and every effort made to discover a trace of the young man after he left the house of Mr. Birtwell, but without effect.  The snow had continued falling until after five o’clock, when the storm ceased and the sky cleared, the wind blowing from the north and the temperature falling to within a few degrees of zero.

A faint hope lingered with Mr. Voss—­the hope that Archie had gone home with some friend.  But as the morning wore on and he did not make his appearance this hope began to fade away, and died before many hours.  Nearly every male guest at Mrs. Birtwell’s party was seen and questioned during the day, but not one of them had seen Archie after he left the house.  A waiter who was questioned said that he remembered seeing him: 

“I watched him go down the steps and go off alone, and the wind seemed as if it would blow him away.  He wasn’t just himself, sir, I’m afraid.”

If a knife had cut down into the father’s quivering flesh, the pain would have been as nothing to that inflicted by this last sentence.  It only confirmed his worst fears.

The afternoon papers contained a notice of the fact that a young gentleman who had gone away from a fashionable party at a late hour on the night before had not been heard of by his friends, who were anxious and distressed about him.  Foul play was hinted at, as the young man wore a valuable diamond pin and had a costly gold watch in his pocket.  On the morning afterward advertisements appeared offering a large reward for any information that would lead to the discovery of the young man, living or dead.  They were accompanied by minute descriptions of his person and dress.  But there came no response.  Days and weeks passed; and though the advertisements were repeated and newspapers called public attention to the matter, not a single clue was found.