d on his forehead and about his lips.

"Very probably the man who frightened Susan was not her husband at
all," Lady O'Gara put in. "But in the remote case of its being Baker,
Susan will be better away for the present. She can have Georgie with
her, or perhaps he could stay with you, Patsy?"

"I'd like to have Georgie with me, if he didn't mind keepin' to the
house in the daytime," said Patsy with a fatherly look at the boy.
"He'd have the run o' the books, what he's always cravin' for."

"Georgie can go to Mr. Penny's," said Susan. "He'll be safe there an'
my mind'll be easy about him."

"I'll leave you then, Susan, to put out the fire here and lock the
door," Lady O'Gara said. "Be as quick as you can. I don't like to
think of Miss Stella in that lonely place. Here is the key of the
gate. I locked it when I came through. Miss Stella will let you in
when you knock. Patsy will take you down there. You won't be afraid
with him?"

"Not with Mr. Kenny, m'lady," said Susan with a flattering fervour.

Lady O'Gara went on her way, refusing the offer of Georgie as an
escort. She was quite safe with Shot, she said; adding that she was
not at all a nervous person. She was a bit puzzled now about her panic
coming up the dark road, under the trees, from Waterfall Cottage to the
South lodge.

She stepped out briskly. It was nearly a mile from the South lodge to
the house. The darkness increased as she went. She was quite pleased
to see the light shining from the window of the room Sir Shawn called
his office, through the bay trees and laurestinus and Portugal laurels
which lay between her and it. She was glad Shawn was at home. She had
forgotten for once to ask Patsy if the Master was at home. After all
the years of their life together her heart always lifted for Shawn's
coming home before the dark night settled down upon the world.

She had only to tap on the French window and he would open it and let
her in, as he had done so many times before.

She took the path by the side of the house, between the ivied wall and
the shrubbery.

As she approached the window Shot uttered a low growl. At the same
moment she became aware that her husband was not alone. Some one had
crossed between the light and the window. For a second a huge shadow
was flung across the gravel path almost at her feet.

With a sigh she went back again, entering by the hall-door way. She
was sorry Shawn had one of his troublesome vi