r, to wait two houses below hers, till she came along. She would not
want me long, and very soon I could go back and have as good a time as I
pleased. But she would like me to be secret, for her errand was not one
for gossip, even among her own servants.

It was the first time she had ever asked me to do anything for her
which any one else might not have done, and I was proud of her
confidence, and happy to do just what she asked. I even tried to do
better, and be even more secret about it than she expected. Instead of
going to a stable, I took one of the rigs which I found fastened up in
the big shed alongside the hall; and being so fortunate as not to
attract anybody's attention by this business, I was out on the road and
half way to The Whispering Pines, before Helen and Maggie could wonder
why I had not asked them to dance.

A few minutes later I was on the Hill, for the horse I had chosen was a
fast one; and I was just turning into our street when I was passed by Mr.
Arthur's grey mare and cutter. This made me pull up for a minute, for I
hadn't expected this; but on looking ahead and seeing Miss Cumberland
peering from our own gateway, I drove quickly on and took her up.

I was not so much astonished as you would think, to be ordered to follow
fast after the mare and cutter, and to stop where it stopped. That was
all she wanted--to follow that cutter, and to stop where it stopped.
Well, it stopped at the club-house; and when she saw it turn in there, I
heard her give a little gasp.

"Wait," she whispered. "Wait till she has had time to get out and go
in; then drive in, too, and help me to find my way into the building
after her."

And then I knew it was Miss Carmel we had been following. Before, I
thought it was Mr. Arthur.

Presently, she pulled me by the sleeve. "I heard the door shut," said
she--and I was a little frightened at her voice, but I was full of my
importance, and went on doing just as she bade me. Driving in after the
cutter, I drew up into the shadows where the grey mare was hid, and then,
reaching out my hand to Miss Cumberland, I helped her out, and went with
her as far as the door. "You may go back now," said she. "If I survive
the night, I shall never forget this service, my good Zadok." And I saw
her lift her hand to the door, then fall back white and trembling in the
moonlight. "I can't," she whispered, over and over; "I can't--I can't."

"Shall I knock?" I asked.

"No, no," she whisp