ng his fear aside and moved forward to the parapet. The
wall was thick, but between the battlements it was only the height of his
knee. Below was depth--sheer depth--stark emptiness.

He looked over and saw the stone terrace dimly lit by the stars far below
him. The gardens were a blur of darkness out of which he vaguely
discerned the glimmer of the lake among its trees.

His heart was beating suffocatingly; he struggled to subdue his panting
breath. She was somewhere close to him of course--of course. But the
zest of the chase had left him. He felt dizzy, frightened, sick. He
tried to raise his voice to call her, and then realized with a start of
self-ridicule that it had failed him. He leaned against the parapet and
resolutely pulled himself together.

Then he went forward and found himself in a stone passage, actually on
the castle wall, between two parapets; the one on his left towering above
the inner portion of the castle with its odd, uneven roofs of stone, the
one on his right still sheer above the terrace--a drop of a hundred feet
or more.

The emptiness and the silence seemed to strike at him with a nebulous
hostility as he went. He had a vague sense of intrusion, of being in a
forbidden place. The blood was no longer hot in his veins. He even
shivered in the warmth of the summer night as he followed the winding
walk between the battlements.

But he was his own master now, and as he moved forward through the
glimmering starlight he called to her:

"Toby! Toby, I say! Come out! I'm not playing."

He felt as if the silence mocked him, and again that icy construction
about the heart made him catch his breath. He put up a hand to his brow
and found it wet.

"Toby!" he cried again, and this time he did not attempt to keep the
urgency out of his voice. "The game's up. Come back!"

She did not answer him, neither did she come; but he had a strong
conviction that she heard. A throb of anger went through him. He strode
forward with decision. He knew that the battlement walk ended on the
north side of the Castle in a blank wall, built centuries before as a
final defence from an invading enemy. Only by scaling this wall could the
eastern portion be approached. He would find her here. She could not
possibly escape. Something of confidence came back to him as he
remembered this. She could not elude him much longer.

He quickened his stride. His face was grim. She had carried the thing too
far, and he would let