that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.'
... Well, it's as one of those outcasts ... one of those hopeless
double bankrupts----"

"Stop!" cried Every, aghast. "Stop! I don't want to hear.... Listen.
I'll be at Girdle till Friday. That day I'll leave a note for you at
the inn, with Lyveden's address inside."

He had, I suppose, some vague idea of getting to Hampshire before her.

For a second the girl stared at him with knitted brows. Then--

"You appear," she said coldly, "to be not only a fool, but a poisonous
fool. After all, if you won't tell me, I suppose there are other
ways...." She picked up the reins. "And so you're a friend of Major
Lyveden's? To tell you the truth, I shouldn't have thought he'd have
had much use for you."

With her words, the hunter moved forward.... Dazedly Every watched the
two pass at a walk into the gloomy corridor and dwindle slowly to a
mere blur of blue and grey under the shadow of the towering walls. At
last distance and dusk swallowed them, and he could see them no more.

By the evening of the following Thursday the young man's work was gone,
and by ten o'clock on Friday morning his car had left Girdle and was
flying up Gallowstree Hill.

Provision had been made for the men; the horses in the stables at
Gramarye had been disposed of. He had only come, with Valerie's
approval, out of sheer pity for helpless men and beasts. His
unexpected interview with Andre Strongi'th'arm worried him sorely. He
was convinced that between her and Anthony there had been a serious
affair. Himself devoted to Valerie, this made him furious; remembering
her devotion to Lyveden, it scared him. If, after all that had
happened, Valerie was to find, not only that her cake was dough, but
that it was not even her cake, but another's, Every verily believed the
shock would send her out of her mind. The mortification alone would be
enough to unhinge any woman....

The sight of Anthony's cottage at the edge of the park reminded him of
his proposal to recover his tobacco-pouch. He had laid it down on the
tree-trunk whilst he was addressing the men that memorable Monday
afternoon.

Not daring, for fear of thieves, to leave the car upon the highway, he
drove her gently on to the wasted track. Even then he was not
comfortable, for she could be seen from the road. After a moment's
hesitation, he decided to risk it. He could not drive to the spot, for
from here, for a fu