my actions
before a few days are over, I hope. Let's go back." And returning to the
car he carried me as far as the entrance to Grantown, where he deposited
me, and then turning, ordered the man to drive with all speed back to
Kingussie.

When I re-entered my comfortable hotel I learnt that Goldstein had left
by the afternoon train for the south. My interest therefore lay in the
new arrival in No. 11, but though I waited up till midnight, he did not
return.

Just as I was returning to bed I made a curious discovery in my room.
Running from the top of the high, old-fashioned mahogany wardrobe, with
its heavily ornamented cornice, was a long piece of strong, black cord,
which, passing down the side panel, was placed close to the wainscoting,
so as to avoid notice, the end being placed beneath the mat outside the
door.

At once I suspected a practical joke, but on mounting one of the
old-fashioned chairs, I looked along the top of the wardrobe, but
discerned nothing.

So I gathered up the piece of cord, held it in my hand with curiosity
for a few moments, and then wondering who had any object in playing such
a prank, turned in and slept soundly till morning.

I had scarcely sat down to breakfast in the small upstairs
coffee-room--which is used in winter--when I was summoned to the
telephone, where Ray predicted that the mysterious Mr. Smith would soon
return, and if he did, I was to betray no interest in him whatsoever,
and above all, avoid any friendship.

Such instructions mystified me. But I had not long to wait for the
return of the man who called himself Smith, for he arrived just as it
was growing dusk.

After dinner I was seated in front of the blazing fire in my room,
smoking and reading the _Courier_, when I heard a man in heavy boots
pass my door, and recognised his low, hacking cough as that of the
occupant of No. 11.

I opened the door, and peering forth saw that he was dressed in his
loose mackintosh and cap and carried a stout stick. He was going forth
for a night walk!

Therefore I slipped on my thick boots and coat and followed. He had
turned to the right on leaving the hotel, but in the silence of the
night it was difficult, nay, almost impossible, to watch his movements
unobserved.

For about two miles I went forward, following the sound of his footsteps
in the dark night in the direction of Dava Moor, until we entered the
forest of Glaschoile, where the footsteps suddenly ceased.

I hal