es, even in the case of Terry!

His saner judgment intervened. He hadn't always been like that. Where
had the point of departure started? He traced back the weakness till he
came to the moment when he had permitted his sense of justice to be
over-ruled by a woman. It had started with Maisie, when he had allowed
her to persuade him to hide the truth from Lady Dawn.

He jammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt. To go and
tell her must be the first step in his redemption. Till that was done
the curse of the dead man would follow him. It seemed to him now, as he
looked back, that through all the spring and summer the shadow of Lord
Dawn had crept behind him. He would go at once. He would go that night.
He knew where he could find her. He would set out like a pilgrim of long
ago through the moon-drenched, hay-scented sweetness of the country.

His vision turned outwards. He realized for the first time where he had
halted. He was within sight of Richmond Park, outside _The Star and
Garter Hotel_, the old haunt of merry-makers, which had now become a
permanent hospital for the mutilated. There were lights to mark the
windows of men who suffered. As he watched, some leaped up; others were
snapped out. He could hear in memory the starchy rustling of nurses and
the creaking of springs as the patients turned. There were men in there
without arms and legs and faces; he had shared their danger and he had
been spared. Surely the God who had covered him with His mantle, had had
some plan--some design of goodness for him!

Far below in a curving streak of blessedness the Thames ran silvered by
the moonlight. He could see the clumped shadows of woods and the flicker
of ripples striking fire against the banks. More distantly London
glowed--a golden flower cupped in the hollowed hand of night. Holding
his breath he listened to the loudness of the quiet. Subtle ecstasies
drifted to him, fluttering like moths against the windows of his
mind--"lilies like thoughts, roses like words, in the sweet brain of
June." _There was a design._ Maisie had found her kingdom. Was it too
much to expect that round some future turning God had another kingdom
waiting?

III

He drove back to London by the directest route. He would have to get
supper before he made a start. By the time he had done that, packed his
bag, and refilled his tank it would be close on midnight. Dawn Castle
lay somewhere down in Gloucestershire. He knew the road