t know where----"

"No, we don't." He spoke rapidly. "But we can find out. Ann can tell us.
Ann's a maid in my house; she was practically engaged to him when he was
my valet. Now that I look back, I'm sure she's known everything from the
start and has seen this coming. We can get Braithwaite's address from
her; when we know that, we shall have laid our hands on Terry."

While he had been speaking, Lady Dawn had been rummaging through her
desk. He went and bent over her, his hands on her shoulders. She was
fingering a time-table. She looked up at him with her head leant back.
"There's no train--nothing that will reach London till morning."

"Then we must motor."

Her face was still raised to his. She spoke softly. "_We!_ You say _we_
every time. Do you mean---- What do you mean, Lord Taborley?"

His intensity relaxed. Flushing with confusion, he stared down at the
whiteness of her breast, the queenliness of her, her graying hair and
her expectant, tender mouth. "I want you to come with me. I ought to
have asked you properly. I've been taking you for granted and ordering
you about."

She remained very still, gazing directly up into his troubled eyes. He
thought she was judging him. At last she whispered, "Don't be sad. I
like you to order me."

VI

They had all night before them. If they left the Castle by ten, they
could be in Brompton Square by five in the morning. Nothing would be
gained by arriving earlier.

Now that the first shock was over, they went into dinner as if nothing
had happened. In the long, dim banqueting-hall there were only the two
of them. They sat close together at the illuminated high-table like
castaways, marooned on an island, in an ocean of brooding shadows. While
they dined they conversed in lowered voices to prevent their plans from
being overheard. It was decided to take Lady Dawn's Rolls Royce and to
leave the runabout behind. The reason acknowledged was that it would be
more dependable. The reason unmentioned was that the presence of a
chauffeur would lend an air of much needed propriety.

Gradually as they talked, the seriousness of their errand dropped from
sight; their journey took on the complexion of an adventure. Its
unconvention clothed it with romance. How unconventional it was they
realized when Lady Dawn gave the butler orders concerning her departure.
He was an old man, rigid with tradition, who, having served the family
for three generations, had acquired the aristo