the answer at my club. The rooms are vacant, and I’ll see that Jane Braithwaite has all ready for you by to-morrow night.”
I thanked him from my heart. “You seem in a hurry!” I added, as I followed him up the stairs.
“I am,” said he. “It’s a near thing for the train. I’ve just time to stick in my things.”
“Then I’ll stick in mine,” said I impulsively, “and I’ll come with you, and doss down in any corner for the night.”
He stopped and turned on the stairs.
“You mustn’t do that,” said he; “they
Now, however, I could lie back, and use had given me a strange sense of safety; besides, I think I knew, I hope I felt, that the hen-coop was in other Hands than mine.
All is reaction in the heart of man; light follows darkness nowhere more surely than in that hidden self, and now at sunset it was