it. A sudden blank look came into the girl's face--the kind of
look people wear who have suddenly forgotten an important matter or
discovered a loss. Her lips moved rapidly and her brow creased under
an intensity of thought. She turned and breathed on the window glass
and with quick movements of her forefinger wrote upon it half a dozen
figures and characters. But before he had properly noted what they
were the moisture evaporated and the glass was clear again. It did not
occur to Harrison Smith to worry over his failure to read what she had
written, since he regarded the action as symptomatic of mere
nervousness, but he noted with surprise that after this little episode
the girl seemed to relax and her face assumed lines almost of
contentment. After all, no one could blame him for failing to realise
the true significance of that hurried, transient scrawl. One does not
expect to find the map reference of probably the greatest source of
wealth the world has ever known scribbled across the window pane of a
South Western Railway carriage by the fat little forefinger of a girl
scarcely out of her teens. Such an eventuality never even crossed the
mind of Harrison Smith. Nevertheless the girl puzzled him more than he
cared to confess.

To reach Digby Halt necessitated a change. Harrison Smith took good
care to make his descent from the train as far as possible from
Isabel's carriage. He watched her enter the governess cart and drive
away before attempting to leave the station. Prior to this it struck
him that he might have difficulty in obtaining lodgings in the
neighbourhood without bag or baggage and this being probable he had
resorted to the unpleasant expedient of stealing a suit case. Its
owner, a clergyman, was at the time enjoying a cup of tea in the dining
section--the risk therefore was small. The suit case bore no initials
and might have belonged to anybody. Harrison Smith showed as little as
possible of his face as he passed through the wicket gate. He turned
in the opposite direction to the one taken by the governess cart,
waited till he was out of sight and climbed through a gap in the hedge.
Ten minutes later, dressed as a clergyman and looking very good indeed,
he marched down the road in the direction of the village.

CHAPTER 15.

TEA AND TEARS.

It was Flora who drove the round, short legged pony, who drew the dog
cart, and because Flora had driven a high power car in France during