alculate the distance from
the turret window to the ground when Trench wig-wagged a rescue signal.

"You are a brick, Trench," he said, as the upper stairway door swung
open to release him.

"You've the whole chimney," Trench responded, as he swung himself away.

Dr. Fenneben met Elinor in the rotunda.

"Wait a minute, Norrie, and I'll walk home with you."

In the study he met Burleigh, whose stern face was tender with a
pathetic sadness, but there was no embarrassment in his glance. And
Fenneben, being a man himself, knew what power for sacrifice lay back of
those beautiful eyes.

"I can't give him the message I meant to give now. The man said there
was no hurry. A veritable tramp he looked to be. I hope there is no harm
to the boy in it. Why should a girl like Norrie love the pocketbook, and
the things of the pocketbook, when a heart like Victor Burleigh's calls
to her? I know men. I never shall know women." So he thought. Aloud he
said: "I was detained, Burleigh, and I'll have to see you again. I have
some matters to consider with you soon."

And Burleigh wondered much what "some matters" might be.

When Professor Burgess left Dennie he said, lightly:

"Miss Dennie, I need a little help in my work. Would you let me call
this evening and talk it over with you? I don't believe anybody else
would get hold of it quite so well."

Dennie had supposed this first evening after Elinor's return would
find her lover making use of it. Why should Dennie not feel a thrill of
pleasure that her services out-weighed everything else? Poor Dennie! She
was no flirt, but much association with Vincent Burgess had given her
insight to know that Norrie Wream would never understand him.

When Burgess returned to the Saxon House later in the evening, he met
Bond Saxon at the door.

"Say, Professor, the devil will be to pay again. That Mrs. Marian is
back. Got here on the same train Funnybone came on. And," lowering his
voice, "he will be over there again," pointing toward the west bluffs.
"He'll hound Funnybone to his doom yet. And she--she'll stand between
'em to the last. I told you one of the two human traits left in that
beast is his fool fondness for that woman who wouldn't let him set foot
on her ground if she knew it. It's a grim tragedy being played out here
with nobody knowing but you and me."

"Saxon, I'm in no mood for all this tonight," Burgess said, "but for
your daughter's sake keep away from the man's bottle now.