e look at Mr. Geoffrey Delamayn was
all that he wanted in the first instance. They were welcome to order him
off again, as long as he obtained that.

He was still hesitating at the outer line of the trees, when he heard a
loud, imperative voice, calling from the front of the cottage, "Now, Mr.
Geoffrey! Time's up!" Another voice answered, "All right!" and, after an
interval, Geoffrey Delamayn appeared on the open ground, proceeding to
the point from which he was accustomed to walk his measured mile.

Advancing a few steps to look at his man more closely, Bishopriggs
was instantly detected by the quick eye of the trainer. "Hullo!" cried
Perry, "what do you want here?" Bishopriggs opened his lips to make an
excuse. "Who the devil are you?" roared Geoffrey. The trainer answered
the question out of the resources of his own experience. "A spy,
Sir--sent to time you at your work." Geoffrey lifted his mighty fist,
and sprang forward a step. Perry held his patron back. "You can't do
that, Sir," he said; "the man's too old. No fear of his turning up
again--you've scared him out of his wits." The statement was strictly
true. The terror of Bishopriggs at the sight of Geoffrey's fist restored
to him the activity of his youth. He ran for the first time for twenty
years; and only stopped to remember his infirmities, and to catch his
breath, when he was out of sight of the cottage, among the trees.

He sat down to rest and recover himself, with the comforting inner
conviction that, in one respect at least, he had gained his point.
The furious savage, with the eyes that darted fire and the fist that
threatened destruction, was a total stranger to him. In other words,
_not_ the man who had passed as the lady's husband at the inn.

At the same time it was equally certain that he _was_ the man involved
in the compromising correspondence which Bishopriggs possessed. To
appeal, however, to his interest in obtaining the letter was entirely
incompatible (after the recent exhibition of his fist) with the strong
regard which Bishopriggs felt for his own personal security. There was
no alternative now but to open negotiations with the one other person
concerned in the matter (fortunately, on this occasion, a person of
the gentler sex), who was actually within reach. Mrs. Glenarm was at
Swanhaven. She had a direct interest in clearing up the question of a
prior claim to Mr. Geoffrey Delamayn on the part of another woman. And
she could only do