The carriage rolled smoothly up the drive to the estate that belonged to the family of his dear friend, and he was always pleased to see it. It felt like home to him, and he spent just as much time there as he did in his own. The weather was brisk for spring, and he found himself wishing that he had not left his gloves on the table beside the door before he had left.

Perhaps Lord Pangborn would have a spare he could borrow for his trip out hunting with his son, Lord Matthew Terra.

He stepped out of the carriage, thanked his footman, who bowed and smiled at him, and he made his way to the front door.

He knocked a few times, and was surprised to see the door pulled open as if Mr. Walters was standing directly behind it, waiting for his arrival.

“Good morning, Mr. Walters, how are you this fine morning?” Lord Henry said, a wide smile on his face.

A flicker of panic flooded Lord Henry’s spirit as he saw the beaded sweat and pale skin of Mr. Walter’s face.

“Good heavens, man, whatever is the matter?” He asked as Mr. Walters stood aside to let him over the threshold.

“A most grave matter indeed, Lord Henry,” he said, his voice gravely and shaking. “A most terrible thing has happened since we have awoken this morning.”

“Mr. Walters, what—”

“Oh, Henry!” came the voice of Lady Pangborn, Lady Harriette’s mother. She came right over to him and grabbed his arms as if she needed him for support. “Have you heard anything? Anything at all from her?”

His stomach felt as if it had hit the floor. “Heard anything? What do you mean?”

He looked over her head when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Lord Terra, Lady Harriette’s older brother, reached the ground and walked over to where he stood. He could have been his sister’s twin; he had the very same shade of hair, the dark brunette, almost black, and his eyes were a beautiful green. They were quite grave this morning.

“My dear sister is missing, Henry. And we do not know what has happened.”

He felt the color leave his own face, and he looked down at Lady Pangborn, who still clung onto him as if he must know something.

He pulled her close as she burst into a fresh wave of tears and hugged her tightly.

“Which sister?” he asked, although in the very deep recesses of his heart, he felt as if he already knew the answer. His friend would not have looked at him in such a mournful way otherwise, as if he was aware that Lord Henry would understand.

“Harriette,” he replied simply, unable to meet Lord Henry’s gaze.

He felt as if his own knees might collapse beneath him. His very skin had grown cold, his scalp prickled, and he felt a dull numbness creep over his mind, as if he just could not believe what he was hearing.

“She didn’t join us at breakfast,” Lord Terra began again, after a moment of disbelieving silence fell over them all, “and that was our first clue that something was amiss.”

“Quite,” Lord Henry replied hoarsely, “she’s such an early riser.”

Lord Terra nodded his head. “Indeed. And so Miss Bonnie went to see if perhaps she was unwell, and when she opened the door to her room, she saw that she was gone.”

“What could have possibly happened?” Lord Henry asked.

Lady Pangborn had calmed herself somewhat and pulled away from Lord Henry. She thanked him with a gentle pat on his arms, and stood a little straighter.

“We do not know, but Miss Bonnie did say that it looked as if her things had been looked through.”

“Was anything taken or missing?” Lord Henry asked.

Lady Pangborn shrugged her shoulders, not making eye contact with him. “Some of her clothes, a few books, her Bible. So either we are dealing with a thief or…” she bit her lip as her eyes welled with tears once more, “Or she ran away.”

Lord Henry could not believe what he was hearing. Harriette Terra, run away from home? It was unheard of.

“Certainly she wouldn’t have run away,” he began. “She absolutely loved being home, we all know that. She would not have left so willingly.”

Lord Terra, his face like stone, sighed heavily. “We have been searching all over the house for signs or clues or anything that might answer our questions.”

“Lady Pangborn,” came a voice down the hall.

“Excuse me,” she said, lifting her skirt to rush toward the voice.

“Matthew, I am so sorry,” Lord Henry said when they were alone. “Your poor mother.”

Lord Terra sighed heavily. “It’s been a bit of a nightmare, really. My father is beside himself, and we haven’t even told Lily yet…”

“She didn’t leave a note or anything?” Lord Henry asked, feeling as if he might choke if his heart kept thumping against his chest the way it was.

Lord Terra shook his head slowly. “That is what was so worrying.”

“What can I do to help?” Lord Henry asked, suddenly feeling as if standing around was an utter waste of time. “Have you searched outside?”

“We’ve had the servants out there all morning,” Lord Terra replied. “So far they haven’t seen anything.” He placed his hands on his hips. “But all this standing around is driving me mad. Perhaps we should go assist in the search on the grounds.”

“Good,” Lord Henry agreed.

So the two gentlemen stepped outdoors and then could only stand in the drive, looking up and down the grounds.

“Where should we begin?” Lord Henry asked.

There was a commotion coming from what looked like the horse stalls, and Lord Terra’s brow furrowed. “Let’s go.”

The two made their way down the steep hillside to the corral and the stables, and they found Lord Pangborn standing with some of the stable hands and some of the farmers.

“Father, is everything all right?”

Lord Pangborn acknowledged the two of them with a glance before returning his attention to the stable hand, who looked particularly tired, and perhaps a bit inebriated.

“Tell me again, more clearly this time,” Lord Pangborn was saying.

“I’m tellin’ yeh, I saw her little friend, that shody little vine boy. Real late, yeh see? Don’t know nothin’ more than that.”

“This vine boy, what do you mean?”

“I dunno, my lord. I just seen him down in the vines with his father from time to time.”

Lord Pangborn turned to look at Lord Henry and Lord Terra.

Lord Henry felt his knees get weak. “I think I know exactly who he is talking about.”

Recognition dawned on Lord Terra’s face. “Please don’t tell me…”

Both Lord Terra and Lord Pangborn turned to look at him.

Lord Henry sighed, and hated that he had to say what he was thinking. “Lord Pangborn, I think it was Mr. Barnes.”

“Mr. Barnes? Who in blazes is that?” Lord Pangborn asked. “And did he kidnap her? How do you know this?”

“No, I think we can safely assume now that it was not a kidnapping, which is one thing we can scratch off the list,” Lord Terra said. “Father, Mr. Barnes is the farmhand who works in the vineyard. His son, Charles, also works here. He and Harriette became friends when they were young, and she has been quite smitten with him for some time.”

The words felt like physical blows to Lord Henry’s chest.

“My daughter? Infatuated with a farm boy?” Lord Pangborn cried, his face blooming with rage. “How can you be so sure?”

Lord Terra looked at the stable hand that his father had been interrogating. “Was he about this tall? With straw colored hair and an old brown cap?”

“Yes, sir, precisely his description.”

Lord Terra sighed. “That’s him, Father.”

“So what do you think; she ran away with him?”

“I suspect so,” Lord Terra admitted.

“But why? He has nothing to offer her!” Lord Pangborn exclaimed.

“That won’t matter to her, I’m sure,” Lord Terra said.

“I can’t believe that she would run away with him,” Lord Henry said. “I cannot believe that she actually cared about him that much.”

“There are a lot of unknowns, but one thing that we do know is that his father works for me,” Lord Pangborn said, his rage nearly boiling over. “Where can I find him?”

“In the vineyard, most likely,” Lord Terra answered coolly. “He might be able to tell us something.”

It didn’t take them long to track him down.

“My lord, my lord!” He said, his eyes red and puffy, but hopeful as soon as Lord Pangborn, his son, and Lord Henry stepped into the warehouse outside of the vineyard. “Please, my lord, have you seen my son? I thought for certain that he came home later than I was awake last night and returned here early this morning before I arose. Prime season, you know, and he’s been such a great help, and always works so hard. But then I got here this morning, and…and he’s not here! I’m out of my mind with worry!”

It was remarkable how much his son looked like him. The same sandy-colored hair, but his father’s was thinning and he had a balding spot on the back of his head. He was also slightly shorter than his son who had just recently turned seventeen. His eyes, however, were dark gray, like a thundercloud in a fierce storm.

Lord Pangborn seemed to lose steam, for his shoulders slumped slightly, and he sighed heavily. “Mr. Barnes, correct?”

“Yes, my lord,” he replied.

“I am sorry to admit that we are also having a bit of a problem ourselves this morning. We woke to find that Lady Harriette has gone missing as well.”

Mr. Barnes’s eyes flashed and his mouth was gaping. “What? How can this be? What does it mean?”

“Oh, come now, Mr. Barnes! You must know perfectly well what that means!” Lord Pangborn snapped.

Lord Terra interceded, placing a gentle hand on his father’s arm. He looked at him cautiously, and then looked at Mr. Barnes. “What my father means, Mr. Barnes, is that we think that they may have run away together.”

“That is simply preposterous!” Mr. Barnes said, nearly sputtering the words out. “My son has more sense than that! He would never be so foolish as to think he could get away with something like this!”

“It seems to be a reasonable explanation for the fact that they are both absent,” Lord Henry spoke up. “Mr. Barnes, please. I am Lord Henry, I know your son, we played together often when we were younger.”

Mr. Barnes studied him before nodding. “I remember you. You can’t be any older than my son. Always trailing after the lady, right?”

Lord Henry cleared his throat and hoped that the tightening of his jaw was not obvious in this light. “Correct. Now, Mr. Barnes, do you have any idea where he could have gone to? Any place where we could begin our search?”

“I’m coming along,” Mr. Barnes said. “I can’t just sit here wondering what in the world could be happening to my boy.”

“Mr. Barnes, you should return home to your wife, let her know that the situation will be resolved soon.”

“It’s just my boy and I, my lord. My wife passed several years ago.”

Lord Pangborn looked solemn, but Lord Henry noticed that the hands behind his back were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. “My condolences, I had no idea.”

“That’s why I can’t just go home! I’ll be driven mad by the worry!”

I can understand that completely, Lord Henry thought, knowing full well that he would not be able to return home until she was safe and sound.

“We appreciate your enthusiasm to help,” Lord Terra said, “but we cannot even begin our search until we have some idea of where to look.”

Mr. Barnes collapsed into the chair behind him, mopping his forehead with a handkerchief he procured from his pocket.

“I don’t know, my lord. My son is an active boy, one who is perhaps a bit too curious for his own well-being.”

You couldn’t be more right, Lord Henry thought, crossing his arms across his chest.

“He’s a lot like his mother, you see. The whole world fascinates him, and nothing keeps his attention for long.”

“So what does that mean he will do to my daughter?” Lord Pangborn cried, his anger flaring. He pointed a finger at Mr. Barnes.

“Nothing, my lord, I simply meant—”

“You will play your cards very wisely, Mr. Barnes. You will do all you can to help us, and then after we find the children, we will discuss you keeping your job on my estate.”

Lord Pangborn turned to his son. “Get whatever information you can out of him. I am going to tell your mother what we have discerned. We are wasting precious time.”

And he stormed out of the building, slamming the door behind himself.

Lord Henry winced at the sound.

“Lord Terra, you must believe me, I meant nothing by it.”

Lord Terra held up his hands to silence the man. “I understand. Your son is unpredictable.”

“I wouldn’t say that, my lord,” he started quietly.

“My father is right, Mr. Barnes. We are wasting precious time. Now tell us, where do you think your son could have gone to with my sister?”

He wrung his hands, the handkerchief still clutched in his fingers. His eyes looked everywhere but at Lord Terra or Lord Henry.

“I truly do not know. Please, have mercy on a grieving father.”

Lord Terra sighed. “All right, you will join us in the manor, so if inspiration strikes, you can readily share it with us all.”