rs, its
floor covered with the softest rugs and its walls with innumerable
photographs, largely of country houses where Miss Cromarty had visited.

Evidently she was a lady accustomed to a comfortable life in her roving
days, and her sitting room seemed to indicate very distinctly that she
proposed to live up to this high standard permanently.

"Oh Neddy dear, I want to talk to you about something," she began in her
brisk way and with her brightest smile.

Her brother, though of a simple nature, was by this time aware that when
he was termed "Neddy dear" the conversation was apt to turn on Miss
Cromarty's requirements.

"Well," said he, "how much is the cheque to be this time?"

"How clever you're getting!" she laughed. "But it isn't a cheque I want
this time. It's only a motor car."

He looked at her doubtfully for a moment.

"Pulling my leg; or a real car?"

"Real car of course--nice one too!"

"But, my dear girl, we've just put down our car. You agreed it was
necessary."

"I agreed then; but it isn't necessary now."

"Have you come into a fortune? I haven't!"

"You've come into L1200."

Again he looked at her, and this time his expression changed.

"That's only a debt wiped out."

"Well, and your great argument for economy was that you had to pay back
that debt. Now you haven't. See, Neddy dear?"

Her brother began to shake his head, and her smile became a little less
bright.

"I don't want to get my affairs into a tangle again just yet."

"But they weren't in a bad tangle. Cancelling that debt makes us
absolutely all right again. It's absurd for people like us not to have a
car! Look at the distances from our neighbours! One can't go anywhere.
I'll undertake to keep down the household expenses if you get the car."

Her brother frowned out of the window.

"No," he said, "it's too soon to get a car again."

"But you told me you had got part of that L1200 in hand and hoped to
make up the rest very soon. What are you going to do with the money
now?"

He glanced at her over his shoulder for an instant and then his mouth
assumed a grim and obstinate look she knew too well.

"I may need the money," he said briefly. "And I'm not much in the mood
at this moment for buying things."

Behind his back Lilian made a little grimace. Then in a tone of sisterly
expostulation she said:

"You are worrying too much over this affair, Ned. You've done all you
can----"

He interrupted her brusquely:

"