ite court the strains of "Egypt" came, like a
farewell, through the tumbling snow.

There was still a thing that he must do. He went to say good-bye to
Bunning. He thought with surprise as he climbed the stairs that this was
the first time that he'd ever been to Bunning's room. It had always been
Bunning who had come to him. He would always see that picture---Bunning
standing, clumsily, awkwardly in the doorway. Poor Bunning!

When Olva came in he was sitting in a very old armchair, staring into
the fire, his hair on end and his tie above his collar. Olva watched him
for a moment, the face, the body, everything about him utterly dejected;
the sound of Olva's entrance did not at once rouse him. When at last he
saw who it was he started up, his face flushing crimson.

"You!" he cried.

"Yes," said Olva, "I've come to tell you that everything's all right."

For a moment light touched Bunning's eyes, then slowly he shook his
head.

"Things can't be all right. It's gone much too far."

"My dear Bunning, I've seen Craven. I've told him. I assure you that all
is well."

"You told him?"

"Everything. That I killed Carfax--he knew it, of course, long ago. He
went fast asleep at the end of it."

Bunning shook his head again, wearily. "It's all no good. You're
saying these things to comfort me. Even if Craven didn't do anything he
wouldn't let you marry his sister now. That's more important than being
hung."

"If it hadn't been for you," Olva said slowly, "I should have gone on
wriggling. You've made me come out into the open. 'I'm going to tell
Miss Craven everything to-morrow."

"What will she do?"

"I don't know. She'll do the right thing. After that I'm going away."

"Going away?"

"Yes. I want to think about things. I've never thought about anything
except myself. I'm going to tramp it home, and after that I shall find
out what I'm going to do."

"And Miss Craven?"

"I shall come back to her one day--when I'm fit for it--or rather, _if_
I'm fit for it. But that's enough about myself. I only wanted to tell
you, Bunning, before I go that I shall never forget your telling Craven.
You're lucky to have been able to do so fine a thing. We shall meet
again later on--I'll see to that."

Bunning, his whole body strung to a desperate appeal, caught Olva's
hand. "Take me with you, Dune. Take me with you. I'll be your
servant--anything you like. I'll do anything if you'll let me come. I
won't be a nuisance--I'll