ight she was conscious of wondering
if all burglars looked so gentlemanly--if--why, _where had she seen his
face_?

"Judy," breathed the man, and his whisper seemed to thunder in her ears
as he came up the stairway two steps at a time.

Anne gave a little scream, half fright, half delight.

"Oh--" Why, his face was familiar--it was the face of the man in the
picture over the fireplace!

"Judy," he said, again, as he reached her and caught her in his arms.
But as her yellow hair flowed over his coat, he laughed excitedly and
put her from him. "I beg pardon," he apologized. "I thought you were
Judy."

"And I thought you were a burglar," quavered Anne, as she sat down on
the top step weakly.

Her fair little face was alight with joy as she held out her hand.
"Oh," she said, "you are Judy's father, and you are alive, you are
really alive!"

"And you are Anne," said the Captain.

"How did you know?" wondering.

"The Judge told me."

"Where did you see the Judge?" she asked.

"He has been with me ever since he left here," said the Captain. "Dr.
Grennell discovered me in a hospital in Newfoundland, and I was very
ill, and he sent for father, and he has been with me ever since. And
he has gone straight to Fairfax, for he isn't very well. But I had to
see my girl. Did I wake you?"

"I heard the dog."

"Terry? I brought him to Judy, and left him outside so he wouldn't
startle the house. Where is my girl--where is she, Anne?"

"Oh, she's in the library," said Anne. "I'll call her. Oh, how happy
she will be! How happy she will be!" She sang it like a little song,
as she flitted through the hall.

At the same moment the electric bell of the front door thrilled through
the house, and the Captain opened the door quickly.

Preceded by a blast of wind, and the scurrying Terry-dog, Launcelot
Bart came in. He stood irresolute as he saw the strange man on the
rug, and before either could speak, Anne came running back.

Her face was white and her hands were shaking. She did not seem to see
Launcelot, but went straight up to Captain Jameson.

"Oh, where is Judy, where is Judy?" she wailed, "she isn't there."

"And where is Tommy Tolliver?" demanded Launcelot Bart.

CHAPTER XXI

CAPTAIN JUDY

"Gee, Judy, but you can sail a boat."

Judy with the salt breeze blowing her hair back from her face, with her
hand on the tiller, and with her eager eyes sweeping the surface of the
moonlighted waters