The Lonely Bride by Fred M. White

Grace was up and out in the woods early the following morning. She ascertained at Water Park that General Graham had already gone to Leverton; then she wandered off in the direction of Fenton House, hoping to find some clue to the mystery of the disappearance of the furniture. It was just possible that she might find a track of wheels or something of that kind, anything likely to lead to the direction in which the van had gone. It was getting towards lunch time before Grace came across old Griffiths, the shepherd, as the old man was bringing his sheep in from the moorland where the main flock had been feeding the day before. The shepherd seemed moved out of his usual philosophic calm and greeted Grace eagerly. Like most of the country people thereabouts he had a pretty shrewd idea of the footing on which Grace and Max Graham stood towards each other. Grace could see the eager look in the old man's eyes, and hope began to rise in her heart once more.

-"Griffiths," she cried, "you have found something. I mean, something relating to the mysterious way in which the Fenton's furniture has vanished. Is that so?"