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he 1du 10 10 out IlleI DIbdhldSI anu
make some arrangements as to his
leaving next day. He was gene an
hour or two and when he returned
the hotelkeeper met him at the door.
Miss Stuart has been calling for
you. Mr.. Monteith. and has just gone.
Now what pity you were not back
ten minutes ago. and you would not
have missed her." said the worthy Mr..
Nicholson. But she left note for
YOU, sir. Here it is
Monteith took the dainty envelope,
from which a subtle perfume of sweet
violets arose, and glanced at the adj
dress. He was too astonished to speak.
He took it into his roOm-a regular
bachelors room, with pipes strewn
about the mantlepiece. and his bicycle.
which had been mended since his ac-
cident. standing against the wall.
There he tore open the note. Dear
Evan" ran the bold. dashing writing
of Lilith Stuart, 81 am so sorry TO find
you are out. | must see you again, if
only for minute Do not be unmerci-
full; grant me this that | ask Of you.
Meet me at the Rowan Crag at two
O'Clock exactly. | shall be there.
Yours, Lilith. p. 81 shall depend
on you
What could it mean?
Had Lilith repented? He could hard
ly think so, knowing of her what he
did. If not. what more could she have
to say to him on the subject? 1t was
impossible to conjecture The note
puzzled Evan.
But | must go. l shall give her that
last chance" he thought. Il shall
meet her at two. as she asks. There
will be time after that for me to run
round to Abbot's Head
1t was half-past one when he started
from the Cow Hotel. The path from
the town towards the seashore road
was steep and stony. Evan walked his
machine down it, as he usually did.
Once on the seashore road, he mounted
and rode as quickly as the hilliness of
the path would permit.
His machine was a high grade one,
with Dunlop tires and high-geared. so
that he had to put good deal of pres
sure on the pedals in ascending the
hill. He was near the top, and the
path was very stony, when suddenly
his fore wheel came in contact with a
large stone he had not noticed.
The wheel went over. but the next
instant there Was a sound as of some
thing cracking beneath him. then the
whole frame seemed thrown violently
over, and before Evan could help him
self he was shot over the handlebars,
and landed ON his back a little dis
lance away from the machine. Luck
lily he was not much hurt and in few
seconds was able to pick himself up
and look at his machine. To his
amazement, the front fork had snapped
at the point where it was drilled for
the axle, the framework had lurched,
the axle springing from the socket,
and the wheel had "buckIed."
Il am an unfortunate beggar," NUT
tered Monteith to himself. This is the
second time I've come to grief in these
islands OF nightless summer Well,
there's nothing for it but to leave the
machine here and hurry on to keep
my appointment. I can trust the
tives not to touch it." He had
scratched his hand severely and twis-
ted his arm; but these were trifiing in
juries to what he might have eXpe-
rienced. And as Evan hurried on, he
thanked God for what seemed almost a
miraculous escape.
eff it had happened near Rowan
Crag. God only knows where | might
be now!' he thought to himself, shud-
dering a little as he hurried UPWARDS
If he had understood better the ter
rible nature of the danger he had es-
capped, his thanks would have been
deeper than they were.
81 am going along by the cliffs this
afternoon, Miss Troll You will tell
Lady Westray So
"On your machine. Miss Stuart?"
Elspeth Troll asked, looking up quick
ly.
Eyes; on my machine Why nOt?"
81 do not know that it is quite safe"
Elspeth said, turning away again to
look out OF the window. Nicholson
has not mended that broken fence yet
Lilth laughed little.
''You think / am afraid? 1t takes
more than broken fence to brighten
me, Miss Troll"
She passed out of the room and Els
peth looked after her uneasily.
'T do not know why | should feel
so about this sudden resolve of hers"
she said to herself at last. rising and
walking uneasily about the room II
feel as if-as if some terrible catas-
trOphe were hanging over us all, and
If she had hand in it. Surely / am
allowing my Imagination to run away
with me? And yet"
She paused by the work-basket
which stood in a corner of the room.
A book had been hastily thrown into
it. Half mechanically Elspeth picked
it up. 1t was entitled Cycling; Com
mon Accidents, and How to Avert
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